August evenings in Greenbrier arrive loud — katydids up in the oaks, the last light lying flat along the street — and the day's cut yards hold their lines well into the dusk. Oden Lawns works a route house by house, mowing, trimming the hard corners, edging where turf tries to creep out over concrete. The reward is cumulative: a whole block reading even and green, no single yard pulling attention away from its neighbors. Summer here asks for a mower that keeps its calendar, and fall asks for leaves moved before they smother the grass. Both get answered.