Back when my husband and I were city slickers, and we were looking for a house in the snoburbs, we shared a distaste for the houses with manicured lawns our realtor insisted on showing us. We didn't want to live in a neighborhood with perfect lawns (ahem, cough cough - the overclass neighborhood just to the south of ours*).
But today, I went out front with one of those obnoxious leaf blowers and raked the storm detritus into the big paper yard bags I just bought. I was so proud of myself. Maybe I've lived in snoburbia too long, but those perfect yards are starting to look pretty good. Next: Maybe I'll go crazy and hire a landscape designer.
* My friend lives there, and she says she and her husband are the "white trash" of the neighborhood because they sometimes have lumber stacked in their front yard. The neighbors look askance.