Our yard looks like the Beverly hillbillies. I once laid some sod and it was doing well. I found that it was a lot of work caring for it. One day I went out and found that the wife had built a campfire in the center of it. It never grew back and I decided that having grass simply wasn't worth the effort.
Since the house sits on 2.5 rai, my wife is quite handy with her gasoline sprayer and herbicide. I used to run the little Honda weed whacker but I'm no longer allowed to do that. I cut her herbs. They look like weeds to me. Her bitching at me about cutting her herbs irritated me until I decided that I was the one ahead. As long as I do nothing, she is happy.
I used to use the tractor and blade to pile up leaves and twigs. It worked well and I was proud of my clever handiwork. I caught hell for that too. She said for me to leave the ground cover alone because it naturally prevents weeds from growing. Another win for me, as mentioned, as long as I do nothing, she is happy.
I tried for two years to grow big juicy tomatoes and every effort failed. I had a friend bring different varieties of seeds designed to grow in south Florida. The plants looked great but when the fruit was golf ball sized, the plants withered and died. I tried sterilized potting soil and even planted in pots, full sun, shade and partial shade. I had the same results every time. The wife laughed at me for using an old toilet for a planter. I thought the moisture would be easily controlled. FAILURE!