Mow Gators

About Mow Gators

By August the Oak Ridge afternoon builds its own mountain range — white thunderheads stacking up over the Turnpike, the air thick enough to lean against. Mow Gators works the front half of that day, cutting and edging while there is still a breeze moving in the shade, watching the sky the way anyone who works outdoors down here learns to. Summer grass grows like it has somewhere to be, so the mowing schedule tightens and the trimmer sees plenty of fence line. Walks get blown, gates get latched, and the yard is left square before the rain arrives to water it. It is a good rhythm, and Oak Ridge grows on it.