The soil under Buford runs red, the kind of Georgia clay that stains a boot and holds a root, and every green thing here is an argument won against it. Spring comes up the hills above the Chattahoochee all at once — dogwood, then a loud, insistent green — and Absolute Green Landscaping follows it out with the mowers. Cutting, edging along walks and drives, string trimming at the fence posts, clippings blown clear: the list is short and the difference is not. A yard kept this way reads from the road — even color, straight borders, nothing shaggy left in the corners. Buford homes and the neighboring towns get the same pass, week after week, until the clay goes quiet in December.