hidden worlds

We definitely have the worst lawn in the neighbourhood.  My back yard has lovely grass, but the front, where everyone can see it, is scrubby and stubbly and covered with everything but grass.  My theory is that when the house was built, they stripped the top soil off the front and planted grass right on the hardpan. 
I spread lots of lime last fall, which killed the moss and the mushrooms, but it has not helped the grass grow.  Even though it's in full sun, there's lichen, wild strawberries, hawkweed, and even little evergreens are popping up from who knows where. 
I was down on my hands and knees rooting out the shrubs when I stopped to take a good look at what is growing.  It is actually a miniature world with a host of tiny delicate plants.  It is much more interesting than plain old boring grass, and I have decided that I like it just the way it is. 

In amonghst this tiny world is my reward for letting things be:  wild strawberries are already blooming.   I'm looking forward to a treat in June.