July in Royston is loud with cicadas by six in the evening, and the heat lets go slowly along the old rail line through town. Grass loves that weather and grows like it means it, so a lawn gets cut on the week rather than whenever somebody gets around to it. Mowing, string trimming around the posts and the mailbox, a cut edge where the sidewalk runs, and the walks left bare of trimmings — that is the shape of the visit. Shade under the big hardwoods takes a higher blade; the open middle takes the stripes. Come dusk the yard sits cool and even, and northeast Georgia goes on about its evening.