The Cutting Edge

About The Cutting Edge

Come April, everything around Bells grows at once — the pastures, the bar ditches, the yards that were brown a week ago. The Cutting Edge keeps up with that surge, mowing on a steady rhythm and edging walks and drives so the lines stay sharp while the grass is running hard. Rain moves through this corner of North Texas in fast, heavy spells, and a lawn can go from dry to shin-high between visits; the answer is showing up, week after week. There is a plain pride in the finished look of it: one height across the whole yard, beds held back to their borders, the concrete swept. Neighbors notice a lawn like that long before they can say why.