How taking a month off can give you and the pollinators time to enjoy. I live in a small row home in South Philadelphia, so I don't have a lawn, but I will admit to a little lawn envy. No, not for the manicured green lushness of Kentucky bluegrass, fescues or rye, but for the expanse of lawn itself. If I had one, it wouldn't be a traditional lawn, but an urban rewilding. I have fevered dreams of a chemical-free space to allow clover and wild strawberry, wood sorrel, and yarr