Summer nights in Hobe Sound belong partly to the sea turtles, hauling themselves up the dark beach of the wildlife refuge to dig their nests while the lagoon lies warm and still on the island's other side. Inland, the old dunes of Jonathan Dickinson State Park climb to Hobe Mountain, sand pine scrub running off toward the Loxahatchee River. The town's lawns live between those two wild edges, rooted in sandy soil and fed by heavy summer rain. Tci Rood does lawn care in Hobe Sound, cutting grass back to a tidy height and trimming along walks and beds through the months when everything grows. Come morning, a fresh-mown yard here sits easily beside all that wildness, a small square of order in a landscape made mostly of sky and sand.