First light over Laurel Island Parkway comes pale and pink, and the trailer is already hitched. Daddy Lawn Legs starts early, while dew still weighs the centipede down and the day hasn't turned heavy. By mid-morning a dozen driveways have crisp borders, shrubs sit back off the walls, and nothing is left behind but the smell of it. Kingsland heat arrives hard after eleven, which is a fine reason to have most of the route done. The last stop of the morning always looks like the first.