Some Augusta yards would rather be meadows again, and this work is the friendly argument against that. Mowing starts early along the Butler Creek bottoms, where June dew sits heavy on Bermuda until the sun climbs over the pines and burns it off. Every pass gets walked before it gets cut, sticks and pinecones cleared so the blade meets nothing but green. Edges are trimmed close to fence lines and mailbox posts, and the clippings come off the drive so the street sees a finished thing. By the time the truck pulls away the lawn lies flat and even, one wide sweep of color — which is exactly what a meadow never does.