You can hear a Cochran street wake up before you can see it — a screen door, a dog, then the steady low note of a mower finding its line. B for B Lawn Service keeps that rhythm through the long middle-Georgia season, when thunderheads stack up over the pines by three in the afternoon and the whole town smells like cut grass and coming rain. The work is mowing, edging, trimming around mailboxes and porch steps, and clearing the clippings off before anybody tracks them inside. Between storms the grass leaps, so the route runs tight and the passes stay overlapped. A yard finished right holds its stripes until the next week rolls around.