It’s easy to see why in bygone days, lawns were an invention of rich people. The pristine lawn allowed them show off their expensive garden equipment and the gardeners they could afford, to maintain the perfect patch of emerald green we call the lawn.I was never one for the pristine patch. Indeed, our lawn was once a paddock for pregnant ewes who grazed it thoroughly and manured it well. I rather like the buttercups and daisies that appear every year and I have almost convinced myself to take the next step and turn our lawn into a wildflower meadow.