Post Modern Lawn

I'm at least temporarily rooted in the strange almost suburban landscape of upper South Hadley. My neighbors do all the usual suburban things, like spend enormous amounts of time and money on their lawns and shrubbery. We, on the other hand, have fallen off the modernist wagon --- our modernist lawn, with its carefully sculpted structure and just the right color green, has, during my two years of writing the China text, morphed into a post-modern lawn, with many shades of green, interesting weeds, happy grubs, and a few patches where the happy grubs have devoured all the green. Having spent some of my childhood on a farm, I can't fathom paying someone to take care of my grass, so I guess now that the book is done (and the next one is just on the drawing boards), it is time to take on the grubs (preferably with benign biological organisms, such as nematods --- I'm definitely not a modernist when it comes to such things!) and cut the grass.