We are surrounded by grass and the horses love it, as well as the cows. We live in farming country. Perhaps you have grass in you own garden and so you mow it to keep it tidy and curse because you have to mow it. That is the reason why our neighbours had their grass replaced by artificial grass – synthetic. It does not grow, does not die and is always green. I remember the guy next door being happy to get rid of his lawn mower – no more mowing.
We also had grass in our garden.
It was a rolled lawn, bought by the meter, but even this died a long suffering death. The June weevils got it and devoured it from below. We were left with bare patches.
And so we had it replaced with this. Two raised beds resting on stones. I have MS and Mr. Swiss also has mobility problems. Now not a blade of grass to be seen anywhere and above all no more bending.
We have a wild meadow outside our garden and once a year it is mowed down and serves for hay for the animals in Winter. Grass serves its purpose, but only in the right places.