No lawns for me. Give me an orchard or a field with cattle and horses. Not only a waste of water (all the green grass is burned up in the tribulation so maybe God doesn’t agree with lawn mowers either) but also a stinking waste of time. Gardens. Grow veggies and flowers. Maybe a patch 10 feet around a bird bath in the middle of a tree grove where the sun shines through every once in a blood moon.
There’s an advantage to living in central Florida. I haven’t watered my lawn in ten years and it looks as good as or better than neighboring lawns. We get some much regular rain the place stays green with nothing more than a little fertilizer. That’s one thing I don’t miss about living in the desert southwest ... the brown-ness.