Moss Grows Fat

Here's what happens to me in the dead of winter every year: I start making ambitious plans for summer gardening.
Not that I get enough sunshine for a regular garden, but moss and ferns thrive. I gave up on grass in the front yard years ago, but it occurred to me today that if I planted stuff in the front that doesn't need sunshine, I can make people think I like it that way.
I've already naturalized my back yard. Ferns and moss everywhere, along with some rhododendrons, Oregon grape, wild huckleberry, et cetera leave the neighbors wondering when I'm going to give up and move into a condo. (Answer: Never, in spite of frequent queries from prospective buyers.)
I like the forest floor look. Mom helped me plan it because what were simple solutions to her never would have occurred to me. Along with random plants, I hide little statues here and there. Tom and Susie help with a new gnome from time to time. Then there's the found art. Found meaning sitting on the curb with a 'free' sign on it. Once I found a bat house which I have never put up because I'm not sure I want to know where they live.
I don't know about the front yard, though. The back is wild and casual, which is fun. A front yard should be a little more structured. Which leaves me flummoxed. How can I make moss and ferns look civilized?
Nancy Sherer