Thank goodness, we only own 3 feet out from our house and that gets taken care of by the neighborhood association. I have the proverbial black thumb when it comes to greenery (or brownery, in my case...) It must be catching, because the Spousal Equivalent laid some sod and planted some flowers. They're just about dead already.
At the last house I owned, I mowed and that was that. Never watered, never sprayed for baddies. The entire neighborhood had been built on a sand pit, so unless you trucked in good soil, sodded, watered constantly and prayed to your own personal deity, the best you could hope for was a somewhat green yard. My next door neighbor worked endlessly on his front yard and it didn't look a whole lot better than mine.
My ideal yard would be Astroturf and concrete. And a swimming pool being taken care of by a handsome young pool boy wearing a gold Speedo. Hey, I can dream, can't I?