A freight still leans on its horn where the rail line runs through downtown Stockbridge, and the sound carries out over front lawns and parking-lot islands without much caring which is which. Basic lawn service takes the same view: residential or commercial, a property either looks tended or it doesn't. The work is mowing, edging, trimming around posts and signs and mailboxes, and blowing the clippings back off the concrete before anyone walks it. Storefront strips get the same weekly attention as a ranch house on a quarter acre, because both of them face a street somebody drives every day. Through a Georgia summer that grows grass faster than anyone can watch, keeping to that rhythm is the whole job.