Sunset over the dam turns Lake Marble Falls copper, and the town's yards go soft and shadowed all at once. Like Father Like Son Landscaping mows toward that hour — even passes across the open ground, edging the drive so the border stays crisp, trimming the awkward strip between fence and slab that most people skip. Grass here grows in bursts tied to whatever the sky did last, so the rotation stays tight enough to keep ahead of it. Every stop ends with the concrete blown clean and the clippings on the trailer. The best part is the line: how one good edge makes an ordinary yard look finished.