A lovely anti-front-lawn screed by Michael Pollan. It covers some theory on just why we Americans are so lawn-crazy.

Another day it occurred to me that time as we know it doesn’t exist in the lawn, since grass never dies or is allowed to flower and set seed. Lawns are nature purged of sex or death. No wonder Americans like them so much.

It’s also got some interesting bits of history (curse you, Frederick Law Olmstead, for starting this fad anyway.) An amusing read.

And oh yeah, Frank’s Gardenlog may be about to re-sprout.