Out past the last streetlight, the road toward Greenleaf runs through pasture and post oak, and Warner's yards drift toward that same country look the moment nobody keeps after them. Walker Lawncare LLC keeps after them — mowing on a set rhythm through the humid stretch of July, trimming around fence posts and mailbox stands, edging where concrete meets turf. The heat comes up off the Arkansas bottoms and simply sits, so the work starts early and the water jug is empty by ten. What makes it worth the sweat is the shift at the end: a lot that was ragged at eight looks even and intentional by nine. A cut yard in this town reads like an open door — it says somebody is home and paying attention.