Jets on approach to Ford International come in low over Gaines Township, and standing in a July yard at midday you hear one every few minutes over the sound of your own engine. Pain in the grass lawncare spends those hours where the sun is worst — mowing the open lots, trimming what the deck cannot reach, edging drives back to a straight line. The glacial ground here rises and falls just enough to matter: the high spots go tan first, the low ones stay lush, and a good cut accounts for both. The name is a joke about grass, not about the work, which gets done on schedule and without fuss. A yard that looks effortless in the middle of August is nobody's accident.