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Of Bulb Lawns & Fancy Grass: A Deep Southern Garden Designer Weighs In

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For decades, Daddy made this yard a place for gatherings, a place to roll out a slip-n-slide, and a spot vitally important for the dogs. Its useful flatness and walkability make it an outdoor room. That flatness makes it appear uniform, but there’s no true uniformity. On close inspection, you see it’s actually a mosaic of grass and dozens of different little plants, all kept dwarfed by the mower. This should be the highest standard for lawns. As a teen, mowing yards meant money. In the early ‘80s, I was the go-to grass-cutting boy. Back then, no one had irrigation or used chemicals to kill weeds, and only a few people added fertilizer. Most folks didn’t have the money or inclination for that sort of thing and wouldn’t have wasted it if they’d had it. This isn’t wistful reminiscing; this is experience talking.”—Jenks Farmer

Plant People

By Jenks Farmer

“A Lawn Being Sprinkled,” painting by David Hockney, from The Collection of Norman & Lyn Lear.
A Lawn Being Sprinkled,” painting by David Hockney, from The Collection of Norman & Lyn Lear.

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COLUMBIA South Carolina—(Hubris)—August/September 2024—”Stop. Take a break. You’ve been doing this for two hours,” Jennifer said. She wore a black dress and heels in the sweltering August heat. A new Southerner, a recent New Yorker, Jennifer was still adjusting to her new home. She didn’t quite understand this wake or reception—whatever you call the afterparty of a Southern funeral—or why it was held in the hot, crispy yard. Another mourner stepped up to shake my hand, but Jennifer turned him away. “He needs a minute. We’re going to get some water,” she said, leading me away.

Head down, I watched my shiny black shoes crunching tan grass. Gray-leafed weeds and a stunted lavender sage leaf clung to life. As if I’d asked her a question, Jennifer remarked, “Honestly, I’m glad you didn’t water the lawn. My heels don’t sink in this hard ground.”

For decades, Daddy made this yard a place for gatherings, a place to roll out a slip-n-slide, and a spot vitally important for the dogs. Its useful flatness and walkability make it an outdoor room. That flatness makes it appear uniform, but there’s no true uniformity. On close inspection, you see it’s actually a mosaic of grass and dozens of different little plants, all kept dwarfed by the mower. This should be the highest standard for lawns.

As a teen, mowing yards meant money. In the early ‘80s, I was the go-to grass-cutting boy. Back then, no one had irrigation or used chemicals to kill weeds, and only a few people added fertilizer. Most folks didn’t have the money or inclination for that sort of thing and wouldn’t have wasted it if they’d had it. This isn’t wistful reminiscing; this is experience talking. I knew the yards of trailers, plywood houses, mansions, and cemeteries. The standard mix included centipede grass but also wood sorrel, dandelions, lyre-leaf sage, sour grass, and southern violets. I learned a lot about tiny plants, insects, and birds while I mowed. I noticed caterpillars, flies, burrowing wasps, and mole tracks. Cowbirds followed me to spear grasshoppers and toads.

Daddy taught through experience that muscle and effort could be turned into money. He instilled a work-hard-and-save philosophy that paid off beautifully for him. He also made sure that in that work, I observed the cycles of nature, the critters, beasts, and birds on the lawn. At heart, he was a conservationist.

This kind of yard is a testament to an age of practical wisdom. In our endless quests to do better, these kinds of yards have garnered disdain. It’s time to give them their due, to remember and resurrect old school, sustainable lawns.

A mosaic of little plants. (Photo: Jenks Farmer.)
A mosaic of little plants. (Photo: Jenks Farmer.)

Finding Middle Ground in The Modern Lawn Debate

Today, lawns are as controversial as drag shows, abortions, and Oxford commas.

Lawn-haters belittle lawn lovers with disdainful social media memes. They share ideas for meadows, natural areas, and walkable groundcovers. “Bring Nature Back!” they plead from laptops in air-conditioned home offices; and, “Moms Against Monoculture!”

They forget that “lawns” used to be diverse. “Make America Mow What Grows–Again!” I want to chime in.

At the same time, neighborhood associations set standards for sprawling controlled monocultures of grass, golf lovers swoon over high-def carpets of green, and real estate agents suggest that a perfect lawn implies a well-cared-for house.

Today, depending on perspective, perfect lawns spell status for some; derision for others. Lawns weren’t always this wayat least not where I’m from, the Deep South.

Let’s drop the loaded words. We need flat places outside. Soft, green, functional spaces absorb rain, protect from fire, and can be as they used to be, beautifully diverse and sustainable.

I’ve spent decades of my horticulture career using low-impact lawns that make lots of people happy. I’ve done it for small homes and on large estates. Once, I even built a brand new, 70-acre botanical garden with only two small lawns—both enjoyed by a million people a year for events, picnics, hula hooping, and quiet time.

We can have diverse, eco-friendly lawns using tested techniques simply by going back to the way we used to do grass.

Fancy grass. (Photo: Jenks Farmer.)
Fancy grass. (Photo: Jenks Farmer.)

Old Southern Yards

My own parents’ yard has been a lawn since at least the 1950s. That’s the oldest dated photo we have. The sunny part was (and still is) mostly zoysia, the shady part centipede. It had all the plants mentioned above, but is more diverse as over its hundred-plus years, generations of gardeners added bulbs; grape hyacinth, jonquils, sorrel and red spider lilies and American garlic. We call it the bulb lawn. In spring, ankle-deep flowers cover it but in summer, it’s the useful flat, mowable space that was, on that August afternoon, perfect for Daddy’s wake.

In hot climates, the yard is an escape from a hot house. As long as it’s flat and tidy, it’s fine. My mixed yard, even when crispy in August, is more beautiful, used more and is more prestigious than any a golf club boasts.

Social and economic conditions changed the use and expectation of grass. Lifestyles presented on TV garden shows present perfect lawns. Real estate developers roll out instant lawns. Air- conditioning, TVs, and bigger houses keep people inside more. We spent less time on the grass as houses grew more comfortable and spacious. Our relationship with grass changed.

Since we paid less attention to it and used it less and less, you might think expectations of grass might be lowered. Or that we’d need less of it. But the opposite happened. People started wanting fancy grass. Golf course style grass. Carpet-like monocultures. Grass got pretentious. People like perfect lawns.

Our rural grandparents, humble or high, may have been content with an easy, diverse mixed yard. But when subsequent generations moved into the suburbs, they sought to distinguish themselves from the country. As new people moved into the South, from places with different, “higher” lawn standards, the idea of the perfect lawn was reinforced. Acres of mono-lawn became the norm.

Your Mono-lawn Kills My Fish

It surprises some people that as a garden designer, I firmly believe beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’m a live-and-let-live kind of guy. But the idea of the perfect lawn doesn’t allow for coexistence. To have a perfect lawn, one person must infringe on the rights and health of others.

A perfectly groomed mono-lawn needs an irrigation system. Most, no matter how precisely timed, waste our water. Every time I see the irrigation system at our new local fast food joint spraying into the road, my heart breaks for Dominican friends who carry open buckets of drinking water for miles. From an environmental standpoint, groundwater is already threatened by overuse. Even in our rain-laden climate, in nearby Hilton Head, SC, overuse of groundwater leads to saltwater intrusion, making the water too salty for plants or human consumption.

In our climate, most grasses survive even the hottest, driest summers. No need to worry about it. It will grow when it rains. Accepting this may take a change of expectation and a release of pretension. In drought, the normal response of grass is to turn brown. It even feels crispy to us. Don’t worry. It will be OK.

Most monoculture lawns get regular herbicide applications. There are low-impact options, but they are rarely used. One common turf herbicide is proven to cause the testicles of young frogs to shrink and disappear. Frogs and other amphibians are indicator species, critical to watch as signs of ecosystem health. This is more than a local problem. The chemical in question, used on big turf and in big agriculture, is found in about 70 percent of US groundwater. You’re probably drinking or brushing your teeth with it. Who wants to see children, dogs, or friends playing barefoot on that?

Some pesticides and herbicides stay in the soil for months. But many move with rain into groundwater. Since we’re all connected by water, one man’s new fancy grass poisons me and plenty of wild animals and plants, too.

Monoculture lawns pollute our clean water with synthetic fertilizers, as well. Nitrogen, the most common element in a bag of fertilizer, is also the most problematic. When you sprinkle it out, the grass roots absorb some. But after the first rain, the rest runs through the soil and into our common water. Nitrate pollution comes from various sources, but the one we can easily control, the one that’s unnecessary, is literally in our backyards.

I designed a garden on a local island, facing a marsh. We used frogfruit and sunshine mimosa instead of turf. When the tide goes out, fiddler crabs run through marsh grass. But I can look down the marsh and tell who over-fertilizes. In front of those yards, the marsh vegetation is gigantic, thick, and dark green, stimulated by fertilizer runoff. It’s often too dense for fiddler crabs to live under.

On a grand scale, excess nitrates cause massive algae blooms in lakes and the ocean, killing marine life. Excess nitrogen causes waterways and ecosystems to destabilize. Across the Atlantic, environmentally conscious Holland’s Minister for Nature and Nitrogen Policy monitors nitrogen pollution, which should be considered as thoroughly as we consider our carbon footprint.

Guilt-free lawn diversity. (Photo: Jenks Farmer.)
Guilt-free lawn diversity. (Photo: Jenks Farmer.)

Back to Seeing Lawns as Diverse & Beautiful

Everything cycles. The current trend toward monoculture lawns is being eroded by renewed interest in natural spaceswhich, by the way, were a hallmark of the 1970s design style of original coastal developments. We must recognize and build on that, but without shaming people either way.

My Mother, who grew up sweeping her yard in the 1940s says, “I’d never want to go back to sweeping the yard! I love that we have grass now.” She still has that mixed lawn; weeds, bugs, bulbs, and all. She loves that. She gets that it provides for birds and wildlife. But she likes that it’s useful, too. Momma doesn’t want a meadow. She can’t take care of one. She’s proud of the weeds and cherishes the memories of weddings and funerals that happened out there.

The other day, as I was writing this, I asked my friend Jennifer to think back on the day of my Daddy’s funeral, her first Southern wake. We teared up a bit, then she laughed and told a story of her memory. That lawn, dry and brown as it was, did exactly what it was supposed to do. Neither of us remembered one single weed or one single dismissive comment about it.

You too can be a fan of “bulb lawns.”  Here are some facts about the old school lawn:

  • It‘s never had an irrigation system.
  • It’s a diverse ecosystem. I’ve counted about 30 species of plants in it including southern violet, American strawberry, American garlic, and plenty of other native plants. Drawn to the lawn for its nectar, the lawn sustains butterflies, moths, and European honeybees, ants, birds, and critters I never see.
  • It’s not had synthetic fertilizer since the 1960s. If at all.
  • It’s never had an herbicide application.
  • It’s beautiful in the spring when thousands of bulbs flower.
  • It’s functional most of the year.
  • It requires mowing about once every three weeks from April through August.
  • Birds love it: it’s the perfect hunting and foraging place for them.

If you’d like to know more about the history and species in this lawn, there’s a story in my book Funky Little Flower Farm about the bulb lawn.

Ready to Go Back? Tips on Transitioning from Mono-lawn to Old-School Lawn:

1) Relax. Embrace diversity. Let some weeds grow. If you live in a community with ‘Lawn Standards,’ get on the board and rewrite them. We, nor the animals and plants we should be stewards of, nor our grandchildren, can afford to let a few pretentious, uninformed monoculture lovers set our standards.

2) Plant some tiny bulbs. My favorite no-fail bulb to plant into a lawn is Muscari neglectum. Plant in October.

3) Seed in micro-clover. It will have little white flowers in spring but ,more important, it provides nitrogen to your grass.

4) Eliminate or reduce irrigation. Most grasses are fine with one inch of water twice a month. Remember, in our driest month, August, it’s better to let the lawn go crispy than to give it a bit of water here and there.

5) Quit herbicides and pesticides. Just quit.

6) Brace for the transition. This is a slow and sometimes frustrating process.

Like my father, I’m a conservationist. I’m imprinted and in love with the Southern wilds. I am also a horticulturalist, a garden designer. I understand that we need flat, useful lawns. We have to shatter two myths in this current lawn debate: First, that lawns were ever or should be monocultures; Second, that all lawns are bad for the environment. We have a history of the solution; we have a blueprint for beautiful, sustainable lawns. Let go of the dogma, relax, and learn to love and mow what grows. 

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Jenks Farmer is a renaissance plantsman. He fell for plant sciences at Clemson University, for botanical garden design at the University of Washington, and for the natural world during an early education from a family of artists, musicians, and farmers. For 20 years, Farmer led teams to plant and establish the vision for two of South Carolina's major botanical gardens; Riverbanks Botanical Garden and Moore Farms. These gardens as well as his designs for homes, museums, and businesses have received awards and delighted hundreds of thousands visitors with the joyful, easy exuberance of hand-crafted gardens. An engaging storyteller and teacher, Farmer has established multiple internship programs and is talented at motivating people of all ages and from all walks of life to get outside and get their hands dirty. Farmer has lectured for groups as varied as the North Carolina State Agricultural faculty, the Smithsonian, Wave Hill, scores of Master Gardeners, and, of course, his grandmother’s Allendale Ladies Afternoon Reading Club. His writing has been published in "Organic Gardening" and "Horticulture," and his photos in the "Royal Horticulture Society Magnolia Quarterly." He is the author of Funky Little Flower Farm, Gardening with Crinum Lilies, and Deep Rooted Wisdom; Lessons Learned from Generations of Gardeners. Farmer lives with his husband and family on an 18th-century South Carolina farm, now the site of a pioneering mail order nursery specializing in organically grown plants of the genus Crinum. (Banner Photo: Paisia Photography; Contributor Photo: Lonnie Webster/Augmented by René Lannen.)

4 Comments

  • Samuel Christine linda

    Growing up I spent a lot of time at my grandparents home in the country at Townville. A family Yeargin reunion every summer under the pecan trees in the backyard. My job was to sweep the red clay area using homemade brush brooms -probably dogwood. Front of old unpainted country house up on rocks and not enclosed was Hickory nut trees -they were hard to sweep. Back to funerals we went to Gus’s up the road from your house and we were seated almost last row and there were still people looking for a seat and Sam with a coat on started having a hot flash so we quietly got up and went on down to your house. Am sure Gus forgave us. I had carried my little outdoor plastic container filled with lemonade mix and at time I was adding a dry peach flavoring to the mix to be shared as the huge funeral crowd that had returned to visit with family. Oh in my heart so many memories of all the trips to Redcliffe Rd. And our first time was like a New Year’s party and Caroline was a little baby and being passed around for all to love on her and seeing you being so attentive to TJ just warms my heart. Oh thanks for all the memories over so many years and we would go to events where you were speaking and the one I am remembering was a Rose presentation at a big Baptist Church in Augusta and wow your presentations have come a long way and Gloria would tell me different magazines you were in and I would go buy to read. Oh my heart is thumping with memories of you and your family. Gloria is so proud of you and Gus in his little grumpy way would be smiling down on the farm today.Age has slowed down our visits to the farm but oh the Memories. Keep being our Special Friend.

    • Jenks farmer

      This morning I was ‘working’ with Caroline’s son! He has a little plastic chainsaw and was right there with us. I have lots of hope for this new generation.

  • Carla Brophy

    Great article/story. As you and Tom know I have moved again and starting a new garden. The lot has about 7 acres of lawn, huge old trees, some woody ornamentals, and very few bulbs/flowers. Since reading this I have faith that my lawn with not be a monoculture!!! Thanks for showing me the new path to an old lawn.