I have been told by Ted, a Brownie, that there is a faerie garden at the same location where, in our world, there is only patchy grass. Ted assures me that our weekly mowing does not affect it, since it is two realms removed from our own.
“Wouldn’t it be a pleasant thing, though,” he suggests, “to let your patch of grass grow all wild and wooly, a sort of nature garden, if you will, for the insects and birds?” Ted sighs, “But I know such things may not be possible in your realm. Every lawn must be manicured and orderly. Oh well, perhaps when the last lawnmower sputters and dies, then there may be hope for a more untamed garden.”
With that, Ted tips his hat, and, with a broad smile, disappears into his own garden.