In Griffin the day starts while the dew is still on the Bermuda, when the light comes in low across the red clay and every blade holds a little silver. Turf Magic works those first cool hours, mowing and edging before the Piedmont heat climbs up out of the ground. There is a real satisfaction in the striping that shows up on a wide front yard near City Park, and in the trimmed line where grass stops and driveway begins. The Iris City has always liked a tidy yard, and a lawn kept on a steady rhythm through the long green months answers back — it thickens, it evens out, it holds its color. Cleanups come with the turning weather, and by the time the mower is loaded the yard has that just-finished quiet.