When is a lawn not a lawn?

Before moving into my current rental, my lifetime experience with yardwork was nearly nil, which means that I am learning as I go.

Earlier tonight I took my first close look at the front lawn (most of my work in the front yard so far has been pulling ivy, weeding stray mint, and cutting back bushes). The lawn looked like matted blond hair. I pulled the grass up, cut off the tops—literally making hay while the sun shone—and realized that most of my "lawn" is actually clover and moss. The clumps of grass had grown long and fallen, providing a horticultural combover.

Hoo boy, is next spring going to be fun…