By nine o'clock in July the asphalt off Wrightsboro Road hands back everything the sun gave it, so the day starts at six. The first cuts go down in the cool while the planes at Daniel Field are still quiet, engines and blades waking the block together. Mowing, string trimming and edging all fit in that early window; the blowing comes last, walks and drives cleared before the heat sets its weight on the day. Bermuda loves this weather and grows like it means it, which means weekly cuts and a sharp blade straight through summer. Finishing before noon with a whole street looking kept is its own kind of payment.