March in Royston is a green line moving north. One week the Bermuda is straw, the next it is waking, and after that the mowing does not stop until frost. The first cut is the big one — everything shortened, edged, trimmed and cleared, and the whole yard looks new by suppertime. After that it settles into a weekly rhythm across town and out toward Bowersville and Canon, mower to trimmer to blower, yard after yard. Nothing complicated about it. Just grass, kept.