a perfect lawn is all in the eye of the beholder

The path our dog Ebony takes each and every day.

The worn spot underneath the swing where my son enjoys many an hour of play time.

The rather large spot of dirt where no grass grows. This is where my son digs his hole to China. lol And a nice place for falling blossoms from our neighbour's tree to gather.

Not a perfect lawn by many standards.

Yet with all of it's bare spots and uneven growth... with all of the petals and catkins scattered over top of it...

my lawn is perfect to me.

A place for my dog to explore and call her own. A place for my son to play and imagine. A place surrounded by the beauty of nature.

Yes... it is indeed a perfect lawn.