Midsummer, noon, and the grass on a back lot off Napier Avenue stands knee-high and holds the heat like a wall. Ruff Stuff takes the yards that get looked at twice — overgrowth knocked down, brush and debris hauled clear, then mowing, trimming and edging until the place looks like somebody lives there again. Southwest Michigan grows hard in July; a stretch of rain and sun will turn a lawn into a field before anyone decides what to do about it. Bringing one back is loud, hot, sweaty work, and there is nothing quite like the moment the ground reappears under it. After that comes the easy part — keep it cut, keep it clear, keep it that way.