I'm standing, while taking this picture, on a peace of city property across Atwater from my street, Arbutus. The strip of city property goes practically two blocks, and is only grass and mixed hardwoods. It is sublime. How it has survived with no intrusion of park benches, or worse, is a mystery to me that I've decided to chalk up to that old homily: I guess that in the end most folks are just fine.
Whereas, grass and trees are always great. And don't forget it is Bloomington "grass".