The Chattahoochee runs cold past Jones Bridge Park even in August, and the river air rises into the Norcross neighborhoods above it as a few degrees of mercy at first light. Naturescene works those hours, mower out early, dew still on the blades, the day's heat still an hour off. Lawns are cut and edged, beds are cleaned, shrubs get shaped back into something deliberate, and the clippings ride out with the truck. Fall brings aeration and seed on the fescue lots, because ground baked all summer needs opening before it will take anything at all. Water, light and clay are what Norcross hands you, and the whole craft is arranging the three.