Many people ask me why I got into raising sheep.
First of all, hubby and I wanted elbow room. We’d both grown up in homes adjoining wild land, and realized that in today’s rapidly expanding suburban doughnut one must own their additional land to guarantee it stays wild. (My grandfather found this out 80 years ago when the neighboring plots he had planned to buy got bought up and built on under his nose, this isn’t a totally new phenomenon in suburbs of larger cities.)
Secondly, this conversation sums up how I feel about lawns.