My house is a school bus stop. Parents sit on my lawn all the time while they wait for their kids. I don’t mind. It’s the only time that grass is useful for anything anyway. The “perfect green lawn” is ecologically useless otherwise.

I’m not the owner of this land, despite what a piece of paper says. I borrowed it from Mother Nature and I have the privilege of being the steward of her land for a while. What does it mean to be a good steward? It means I will manage the land and her resources for the highest good of all.

Because when I die, I can’t take the land with me, nor anything else except the body I came with. So why should I stress about someone seeking a bit of comfort on the land that’s not even mine?