Evening comes early in the river bottom, and fog lies along the Toccoa before the ridgelines have even lost the sun. Martin Landscape finishes its days in that light — the last lawn mowed, edges run, clippings blown off the walk, the truck packed by dark. Riverside yards around Blue Ridge grow thick and damp and want a regular hand rather than an occasional rescue. There is something settling about a trimmed lawn going gray-green at dusk with the water sounding behind it. The work reaches through Blue Ridge and the small places along the river.