Garrison Bight at six in the morning is diesel and gull-cry, the charter fleet easing out toward the Gulf while the marina lawns are still dark with dew. Blue scape corp works that same early hour, cutting grass and running the edger before the island's traffic finds its second gear. Salt air is hard on a yard — it burns tender leaves and stiffens the turf — so the mowing height gets set for the season and the beds get weeded by hand. The crew likes the moment when a shaggy strip of St. Augustine comes back into a single even green and the driveway edge reads like a drawn line. Anyone walking the harbor path afterward would not know how much of the morning went into it, which is rather the point.