SB mowing

About SB mowing

August in Manor is a long argument with the sun. The cicadas wind up in the afternoon, the Bermuda turns tough and wiry, and the only honest hour is the one just before dark. SB mowing takes that hour. Blades sharp, deck set high so the turf keeps a little shade on its own roots, one clean pass down and back, the string-trimmer around the AC pad and the mailbox post, then every clipping blown off the concrete and back into the grass where it belongs. Out east of town the sky above the SH-130 overpasses goes the color of a peach, and the yard sits there cut, quiet and squared away for the week.