Dawn in Thomaston is gray before it is gold, and the dew sits heavy enough to darken your boots by the second yard. Crow Cut Lawn Care starts in that hour, while the air still has some cool in it and the low ridge south of the county is only a pencil line on the horizon. Mowing, edging, string trimming, and a thorough blow-down of the drive — the same simple sequence, repeated until a lawn looks deliberate rather than merely short. Wheel tracks in wet grass record every pass, which is a fine reason to keep the lines honest. By the time the heat arrives the morning's yards are behind, and the fields belong to the crows again.