Atlanta wakes in layers — mist sitting low in the Ormewood Park hollows, then the downtown skyline catching first sun over the treetops. Dreamlawncare works that early hour, while the Bermuda still holds dew and the air is cool enough to move fast in. The mowing goes down in even passes, the edges get cut clean along the sidewalk seams, the string trimmer squares up the fence posts and the oak roots, and the clippings come off the drive until the concrete is bare and dark. By the time the block is fully awake, the yard reads as one unhurried sweep of green. It is simple work, done in the softest hour the city has, and the result waits there all day for whoever comes home to it.