August in Wayne arrives loud — cicadas in the silver maples, heat sitting low over the yards, thunderstorms building somewhere west and shouldering in by late afternoon. Chris's Grass Company mows in that window before the sky turns, moving fast and cutting clean. Grass gets left a little longer in the deep heat so it can hold its color, then edged sharp along the drive so the whole yard reads tidy even when the weather doesn't cooperate. Come autumn the same lawns get raked down to bare green and put to bed. It's grass, start to finish, and the name is the whole promise.