Real things are rarely convenient. The less time and maintenance a thing takes, the more artificial it is. Yet I'm almost ready to trash my pine Adirondack chairs, crafted by an old guy across the lake, because they need refinishing every couple years. Green plastic ones don't. The minute we called it lawn, we ruined it.
Real grass grows as wild and free as the sun and rain let it.
Oatmeal, the long-cooking kind. White chalk, yellow pencils, blue Bic pens. Coke, fully sugared, in its red can. French roast coffee, no flavorings, and as caffeinated as God made the beans. Oreo cookies, single-stuffed.