Out in the coves of Lake Sinclair the water is still glass at seven, before the first boat writes a wake across it. Cash Outdoor Services is already at work by then, mowing lake-lot grass while the ground is cool, trimming down to the bulkhead, blowing clippings away from the shoreline instead of into it. Summer here belongs to the water, and a lot that stays cut is a lot you can walk barefoot from the porch to the dock steps. The mowing gets done, the edges get cut, the debris goes with the truck. By the time the coves fill up with skiers, the yard is behind you, finished.