We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We brushwack each half of this meadow only every other year, for the benefit of the wildflowers and the wild critters. It is full of milkweed, goldenrod, daisy, Black-eyed Susan, Queen Ann's Lace, Indian Paintbrush, asters, etc. It is also full of large protruding boulders which which make mowing a challenge. It is best to have somebody march in front of the tractor to spot boulders, turtles, stumps, and other hazards. I am gradually planting junipers, apples, Chinese Chestnuts, etc. next to each serious boulder, to mark them.
If it were fenced, it would make a decent cow pasture or, as the yougest daughter opines, a good llama pasture.
Our next project in this meadow is to push back the White Pines which were invading the meadow like Burnham Wood during a period of lazy mowing a while back. At this point, it's a big chain-saw job: probably need about 50-100 trees down to restore the meadow's original edges.
For several years I never wandered out on this little hunk o hills, without a chainsaw, sculpting that park-like appearance. Then i got swamped with biz for a few years, and nature took it all back. All that time & effort (poof). But I DID learn to better appreciate the "natural look".