Out past the edge of town toward the airfield the lots run long and open, and a May morning there is all wind and meadowlarks. Fast Lane Lawn Care covers that ground the way it needs covering — steady passes, the deck singing, an acre falling into stripes behind the machine. Speed only counts for something if the trim work keeps pace, so the string line follows the fence rows, the light poles and the ditch bank. Big lot or small, the finish reads the same: one height all the way across, borders cut in, the drive blown off before they pull out. There is a plain joy in an open yard cut right.