By seven in the evening the light over Bowie goes long and copper, and the last pass of the day leaves a stripe visible from the road. Tucker's lawn and land management keeps yards cut on a weekly rhythm through the growing months, and keeps the rougher ground behind them knocked down too — the pasture edge, the ditch bank, the corner no push mower will ever reach. Summers here are humid and generous; grass gains an inch while your back is turned, and thunder stacks up in the southwest most afternoons. The job is simply to stay ahead of it. A place kept that way never looks like it took any effort at all, which is the compliment.