My long-term gardening plan where I live in Maine is simple in the abstract: let the woods grow in from the edges over time and find something other than grass in the middle. As always in a garden, concrete reality becomes more complicated. I’ve got
You could miss out on a field of buttercups.
If I mow my lawn every week and spray and weed, everything looks short and green and the same. Call it a choice or call it lazy, but I think that if something is growing in my lawn and it isn’t a thistle, it belongs