Lawn is a four letter word.
When I look for places to live, I compare them to my childhood, where I lived in a somewhat typical suburban neighborhood with a reasonable, but not huge, lawn. I still think about those yards, not to mention the one I have now. I enjoy my lawns, for the most part. I don't mind taking care of them... I enjoy picnicking on them... running around and playing in them... and as spring begins to blossom, I take advantage more and more of the lawn as a brief escape from being indoors. Could I do the same thing at a nearby park? Perhaps... but there is something about my own lawn that I enjoy.
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