Yesterday afternoon I fluffed up the two planting areas I’ve carved out of the front lawn in recent years. The ground is in beautiful condition, and although it’s too early to plant because of likely frost ahead, it is deep, Easter-rich, and ready. Last summer, the dahlias went berserk there, some of the larger varieties growing trunks almost as thick as my arm. If they weren’t hollow, we could have used them for firewood. Oh, and the bumblebees were out, plowing around, bumping and thumping the front windows, at once oblivious to and delighting in the dandelion flowers all around. Because the lawn isn’t really a lawn. It’s a hillside, with grasses and flowers that come and go in their time.