Afternoons in Rover belong to the weather. Thunderheads pile up west toward the Flint River, the cicadas wind higher, and there is always one more stretch of green to finish before the first fat drops hit the clay. Freeland Lawn Care mows, string-trims the fence lines, cuts an edge along the walks and clears the cuttings — then gets out ahead of the rain. Cut bermuda smells sweetest right before a storm. Afterward the yard sits steaming and level in the low light, every line exactly where it was left.