They descended like a military unit, all shock and awe. My shattered dream was a casualty of the buzz and drone and whine of their battalion of equipment as it overtook the property outside my open window. They shouted orders to each other and went about their business with an impressive focus. The noise assaulted my fragile hold on the new day, and the overpowering scent of freshly cut grass attacked my delicate sinuses. Must they work at this early hour? This invasion occurs several times a week in this neighborhood. The calm is exploded and the air is seeded with allergens. The yards, however, are pristine. I’m glad I’m just visiting.