We used to have a really nice garden and lawns. But the gardener died about three years ago and we've been attempting to DIY since then. So now, it's a jungle and, if he could see the "lawn", Albert would be spinning in his grave.
We're going to have to either find a new gardener[1] or move house to somewhere with a manageable garden. While mowing is rewarding in the sense described by 1gear, I'm a bit fed up with spending all of most summer weekends doing it.
[1] Expensive. Previous gardener sort of came with the house and seemed to have wage expectations dating from circa 1953.