First light in June, the hollows around Springdale still hold cool air, and dew comes off a fescue lawn in a fine spray behind the mower. Blades Landscaping starts the route there, at the hour when the town is mostly birds and truck doors. Mow, trim close along the fence and the foundation, edge the drive, clear the walks — nothing exotic, just carried all the way to the end. By the time the day turns hot and traffic picks up on the ridge roads, four or five yards are already sitting there looking sharp. Doing it in that order, on that clock, is most of the craft.