August in south Cobb arrives at full volume — cicadas grinding in the oaks along Floyd Road, heat standing on the bermuda like it has nowhere to be. GRANT'S LAWN CARE takes the middle of that day head-on: mower running, blade set high enough to keep the turf from scalding, edges recut where the grass has crept over the walk. There is real satisfaction in stepping back at two in the afternoon and seeing the stripes hold across a yard that was shaggy an hour ago. The trimming gets done around the ac pad and the mailbox, the clippings get blown off the drive, and nothing is left half-finished for the next visit. Mableton summers are long, and this is how a lawn gets through one looking like it belongs to somebody.