Midsummer in Little Rock is a slow bake, and by evening the good lawns are the ones somebody has been keeping after all season. The Lawn King of Little Rock mows on a rhythm that keeps bermuda and zoysia thick instead of scalped, then trims the fence lines and edges the walks so a yard carries a drawn border. Nothing shows a cut like flat afternoon light running down a straight stretch of grass: the stripes, the seam at the drive, the sidewalk swept behind. Yards near the river and yards out west get the same handling, week after week through a growing season that runs long here. When it winds down, cleanup clears the leaves and the last low cut puts the place to rest.