Some mornings the Chattahoochee pushes fog up the ravines before sunrise, and the low yards on the south side of town wake up soaked. Creech Landscape starts in that grey hour — mowing once the dew burns off, edging drives and curb lines, cutting beds back into shape, hauling the debris out so nothing is left behind but the cut. Landscape work in this part of north Fulton is a long conversation with slope and shade: what thrives under pines, what wants open sun, where the water goes when summer storms stack up over the river. The finish line is one anybody can see from the mailbox — a straight edge, a swept walk, a lawn that looks intentional.