One of the things that truly infuriated me upon this kind of mindset was when my late mom (and certified master gardener) replaced our traditional grass, backyard lawn with a clover lawn, and then after she’d passed, my stepdad immediately deciding to tear it all down because it wasn’t ‘lawnmower-friendly.’ (meaning in his mind, it might kick up hidden rocks, etc)

IIRC though, the whole point of the clover lawn was that it never needed mowing, and was a far more natural-arrangement of plant species in meadows, etc.

Dammit… the landslide of stoopid shit that we naked apes normalise ourselves upon is just… head-shaking, at times.