This guy is so good, and he’s on about one of my long time favorite pet-peeves – the tyranny of the manicured suburban lawn.
A closely related sub-topic is another pet peeve, also treated above – golf courses.
This guy is so good, and he’s on about one of my long time favorite pet-peeves – the tyranny of the manicured suburban lawn.
A closely related sub-topic is another pet peeve, also treated above – golf courses.
When we first moved down to central Texas, we moved into a development with a homeowner’s association that allowed xeriscaping, but not zero-scaping, which is a front yard that has rocks but no vegetation at all.
For the record, I myself would drink a glass of glyphosate, but not Roundup, which is glyphosate plus a surfactant (soapy substance) that helps the glyphosate stick to the plants.
My niece, who is not a very informed activist, sent me the Journal of Toxicology study on glyphosate, but it didn’t say what she thought it said: It was just testing how much would be needed to kill a person (which is what the JoT is all about), and it turns out it’s pretty wimpy and there’s a reason it doesn’t work as a suicide agent.
I tend to prefer critter-friendly shrubs and plants (even cast iron plants have a lot of sub-foliage traffic), but more than a decade ago my landscaper replaced the remnants of “grass” in the open areas of my front yard with a drought-tolerant tufted grass. I’ve never watered or mowed it, and—barring some that died from a hard freeze—most of it is still out there.
The only watering I do is when I’m refilling my neighborhood dog bowls, I throw the leftover stuff into my perennial bed.
2011 broke me.
https://droughtmonitor.unl.edu/data/png/20110816/20110816_tx_trd.png