Late July over the Cobre Valley belongs to the monsoon: clouds stack up all afternoon, the first fat drops hit the brick storefronts along Broad Street, and the whole town smells like wet creosote. Grass that sulked through June comes up all at once after a storm like that, and suddenly every yard in Globe wants attention on the same day. DJ's Companies, Inc. keeps pace with that rush — regular mowing, edges cut back to a clean line, trimming around posts and porch steps, the cuttings swept up rather than left to mat down. Walking off a lot that was shaggy an hour ago and looking back at straight lines never stops being good. Some weeks the grass wins for a day; it never wins for long.