By late September the fields north of Statesboro toward Portal go white to the road, and the harvest dust hangs gold in the late light. In town the yards are still growing — south Georgia does not quit in September — so Father's and sons lawncare keeps the route rolling: mowing, edging, string trimming, drives blown clear, hedges tightened up, leaves and straw cleared as they come down. Autumn work here is a long tapering rather than a hard stop, one final flush of growth before the Bermuda finally turns tan. There is a companionable rhythm to a crew working a property from opposite ends and meeting in the middle. The yard gets finished; the truck moves on to the next one.