Augusta in January is a tan-and-green town — Bermuda gone dormant, pines and hollies keeping their color, frost on the windshields around Forest Hills a couple dozen mornings a year. The lawn work does not stop then, it only changes shape: gathering the last leaves, cutting back what sprawled in the fall, keeping edges honest while the turf sleeps. Winter is short here and the green returns early, so a yard tidied in the cold is ready the week it wakes. When growth comes back the mowing, trimming and edging pick right up on schedule. There is something steadying about work that keeps its promise through a slow month.