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"FacebookPinterest\n\n Ours is a lawn of the little people, for the little people. Living in a modest seaside city, packed into a neighborhood of Victorians, ours is kinda small\u2014maybe fifty feet by twenty\u2014surrounded by a holey fence and six hovering oak trees\u2014nothing like the manicured suburban field of my upbringing. No fire pits or Emu Heaven chairs here, please. Since when did a lawn need to be fussy and designer labeled, especially with a house full of rampaging kids? We willingly gave up long ago. Besides the old grill, we like to think of ours as an urban wild, a truly virtual lawn, which means it's virtually anything you imagine it to be in all its grubby, hands-off glory. In the spring, it's Fenway when the kids take the field for Wiffle-ball games; at the height of summer, after ever more numerous futile attempts to grow and keep grass, it turns into a dust bowl as we, its laborers, shrivel in the heat; in fall, the trees unload their tonnage of leaves to create a golden carpet, enough cushioning for the flying bodies and feigned pratfalls of a Manchester United\u2013Chelsea soccer match; and finally winter brings a mountain pile of snow from the plowing operation that clears our driveway, a Himalayan highland, perfect for flying snowballs and assaults from deranged yetis. Sometimes, when I gaze upon our little lawn, trying so hard to push up tulips at the edges, sprouting patches of green tendrils destroyed by our puppy digging huge trenches, I believe that I'm a settler looking out across the vast prairie. Or that Andrew Jackson is giving a speech from our porch about how much he loves this lawn, how America was built on lawns such as this, in all of its populist hillbilly grandeur. My heart swells with liberty and justice for all. Then a football whistles past my head and breaks another window."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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