I used to live in a neighborhood where every weekend the sound of leaf blowers, hedge trimmers, and lawn mowers filled the air. People would spend hours working on their yard to make it look nice and impress everyone who saw it. Oddly I never saw any of them sitting outside once they were done to enjoy how it looked after putting in all that work.
If I had a house, the backyard would be dedicated to growing my own vegetables. In the front yard, thick grass that feels good under bare feet.
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