Anyone else old enough to remember "That one blade of grass" fandom?
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Anyone else old enough to remember "That one blade of grass" fandom?
I guess we’re bringing back 2013 tumblr, so who else is still in the Fandom For That One Particular Blade Of Grass In My Front Lawn?
Thank you so much for your defenses of grass. I like my lawn; I like being able to walk outside barefoot. I keep seeing grass lawns get so much hate on Tumblr, and it's nice to see someone in defense of those of us who don't have the time/energy/money/interest in overhauling a quarter-acre of perfectly good grass into low-growing clover or whatever the latest trend is.
In reference to my posts tagged #grass fandom and #it's a grassroots movement
There are plenty of situations where grass groundcover is the MOST ecologically friendly choice. Every gardening situation is different, and advice that fails to take into account
1. The unique situation of the land, and
2. The desired outcome for its use,
Is going to be nonsense. And gardening nonsense is just being generated for the sake of making noise, and can safely be discarded. Do you take advice from street prophets or feel bad about bathroom graffiti? Probably not, usually! It's junk data! Enjoy your outdoor space in good green health.
My friend:I'm NCT trash!
Me:Don't you mean grass?
lettuce fanfiction and grass fandoms. Tumblr is on fire tonight.
Grass Propaganda
What if I abandoned my normal blogging and became exclusively a grass blog
But why can't we just be happy. Why can't we be hippies and wear what ever the fuck we want and sing loudly even though we are really bad and go on road trips and make out in the back of vans. Why can't we exaggerate the small things that make us happy instead of the little worries that put us down. Like what about grass? I appreciate the fuck out of grass. It just gross wherever it feels like growing and it doesn't give a fuck. Yeah, I wanna be like grass.