Late August in Lincoln smells like cut hay and hot gravel, and the pastures out toward Cane Hill go the color of a paper sack until the next rain. Circle B Lawn and Landscape works right through that stretch of the year, when grass grows in fits and a yard still needs somebody who shows up anyway. Mowing, trimming, edging and the tidying that follows all get done in a single visit, so a property is squared away before the truck pulls back out of the drive. The pleasure is in the small geometry of it: even rows, borders held back, clippings swept off the walk. By the time the first cool front slides down off the Boston Mountains, the place is ready for it.