By Sylvia Johanneson, Becketwood Member
Long, long ago, when I was a child, my sister and I loved to play on our grandmother’s lawn. We rolled on it, crawled in it and, yes, even ate it. We created fancy salads for our dolls—fat grass, skinny grass, clover (white and purple), and dandelions. The other lawns in town were much the same. No one had even heard of lawn chemicals.
Now when I walk through the neighborhood west of 46th Avenue I feel proud of our neighbors. Lawns are creative, varied, strange and beautiful. “Chemically treated” lawn signs are almost non-existent. One lawn has a sign that says, “Our lawn is designed to protect our watershed.”
I’m proud of Becketwood, too. I’m not at all tempted to dine on lawn salad but because our lawn is chemical-free, dogs can safely sniff it, birds, bees and butterflies can hover, land, and survive, and our grandchildren can run barefoot through the grass.