Come May the grass in Calumet gets shaggy fast, and there is an old nursery-rhyme joke in the name about who turns up to handle it. bah bah blacksheep lawn care shears it back — mowing, trimming the borders tight, cutting a line along the walks, carrying the clippings off until nothing is left but the smell. Dandelions run their whole yellow-to-white career in about a week here; a lawn kept on schedule stays a step ahead of them. At either end of the cold the work widens into clearing, the yard reset before winter and again after it. Playful name, plain result: three bags full and a lawn worth walking barefoot on.