Yesterday I went out to lunch with a friend who works in downtown Los Angeles. We sat in a restaurant’s sidewalk patio area, which was bordered by a waist-high wall topped with planters. In these planters was planted was a species of grass that resembled wheat.
While we waited for our food, I noted that this sort of landscaping would be easy to screw up, that you would need to be thoughtful in planting grasses, or people would just think you’ve failed to maintain your property. My friend thought that wild grass was beautiful.
Just then, a homeless woman, wearing a dirty, backwards sweatshirt, strolled past us and pulld three handfuls of the plants.