The tyranny of front gardens: We cut and trim them out of social pressure, not pleasure

Look at the front gardens in a typical suburban street and you’re unlikely to be surprised by much. Tidy little lawns and hedges, a few prim flowers, perhaps a well-kept wooden fence. You probably barely notice unless it’s in a poor state—or there’s something eccentric like a stone fountain. “Why would anyone have that eyesore?” people probably tut as they walk by.

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