The tide runs out of the Crooked River twice a day and takes the light with it, silver going to green-gold across the spartina. Coxs Landscape works the yards that sit near that water, where salt air and sandy ground ask something particular of a lawn. Mowing, edging, hedge trimming, cleanups when the season turns — the list is short, and the marsh keeps them honest about what a place really needs. Toward evening the mower lines run parallel to the water and the whole yard seems to face the river on purpose. Small, careful work in a landscape that does nothing small.