The Hubby and I have loved our white-picket-fence, rose-bedecked, lush green lawn for years. The pugs enjoyed it, too:
But it's time to change. We can no longer justify using all that water to support non-native grass. For a minute, I thought about installing a fake green plastic lawn. A few neighbors have gone that route, and their lawns look surprisingly realistic.
But then I realized: I have a one-time opportunity to create a microclimate that will attract birds, bees, and butterflies. I can't chase all those critters away with an ocean of green plastic.
So we're tearing out the front lawn. In its place will be a mix of decomposed granite paths (a figure-eight path in the center and a "racetrack" oval around the edge, for the pugs' amusement) and a variety of blooming bushes that birds, bees, and butterflies will love.
For the pugs' comfort, there will be no cacti, nothing prickly or sharp, no oddly placed boulders for them to trip on, or senseless pathways to nowhere.
I'm crossing my fingers and hoping it will be beautiful. I know it will be different, and it'll take getting used to.
Some things are non-negotiable.