Some mornings the Ogeechee sends fog up into the live oaks, the moss goes silver, and Richmond Hill looks like a photograph of itself. Ghost Coast Landscape is out in that hour — cutting, edging, trimming the borders, clearing whatever the oaks have dropped. Turf under all that shade behaves differently than turf in the open, and the mowing has to answer for it. What remains once the fog burns off is the whole point: a yard shaped, tidy at the margins, the drive swept bare. Quiet arrivals, visible results.