Sod. Spray. Water. Mow.

Once the ultimate symbol of middle-class American prosperity, a lush green lawn has become the suburbanite's albatross (except for those stubborn lawnatics). And it's not exactly Mother Nature's idea of good clean fun, either. Isn't it time we got over our lawn lust?

By Tracy Mayor

May 9, 2004

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AS A BOY, TOM RODDE used to lie in his parents' front yard and stare up endlessly at the trees and the clouds. He remembers the feel of the grass like a carpet under his feet, his father's grass, the perfect grass of New Canaan, Connecticut. And he remembers the smell of the lawn on the weekends after his dad ... (Full Article: 3219 Words)