I do no rake my yard I do not mow it My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take all that order we people produce and dash it with attrition and careful vines that reach and stretch and crush and nash and mince and rot and grow and change and mature and die   With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees and a mind focused on the source of all these wonderful vistas and the beauty of a wife who's nature is lovely So I will pay to have the lawn kept clean.