Dawn in Lincoln comes over the pastures east of town and lands on grass already beaded with dew, and that is the hour ALLIN1LAWNS likes best. Highway 62 is still nearly empty then, the air is cool, and a mower can get down the length of a yard before the day turns heavy. Mowing, string trimming and edging happen in one steady pass, so a place looks finished rather than merely shortened, with a straight line where the turf meets the drive and nothing shaggy left at the fence corners. There is a plain satisfaction in a lot that looks cared for from the porch steps all the way out to the mailbox. When October cools the hills and the leaves let go, the same rounds turn to raking and hauling, and the yard goes into winter tidy.