A hedge tells the truth about a property from ten feet away. On the older streets off Veterans Memorial Highway, where the holly and boxwood have had decades to develop their own ideas, the work is patient: shape the face, level the top, open the dead middle where light cannot reach. The name says it plainly — hedges and edges — and both come down to the same thing, a clean line where the green stops and everything else begins. Add mowing, trimming and a driveway blown off at the end, and a whole yard snaps into focus. Spring moves fast through Austell, and a Saturday spent right on it carries a place a long way.