On the right mornings the bay pushes its fog up the side streets of Somers Point until the block ends fifty feet out and everything smells faintly of low tide. Atlantic Tree Care starts work in that soft grey, and by the time the sun burns it off there are mow lines running clean across a yard that was invisible an hour before. The work is lawn care, plainly: cutting on a rhythm the grass can keep, trimming what a mower can never reach, clearing the beds and borders when a season turns them over. Shore turf is fussy — quick to brown, quick to come back — and it rewards someone who shows up on the day they said. That is the whole promise here, and it is kept one lawn at a time.