You only have to look at the increasing demand for allotments

I grew up in Alloment country & culture; everyone had allotments, but their fuction was entirely pragmatic. I don't recall any Wassailing or suchlike silliness & Folklore, no more than I remember Folk Songs being such by the old miners who lovingly tended them. We did have leek shows, pigeon crees, pigsties and potstoves though, and an archicture of recyling that resulted in the most beautiful & beguiling landscapes where I spent the years of my wild & blissful childhood.