Hangar One rises at the northern edge of Mountain View, a structure so vast it was built to shelter airships, and on clear mornings the low sun catches its flank before the traffic on 101 has fully woken. Silicon Valley Landscape cares for the city's lawns under that same wide sky, where dew softens the grass at dawn and the air carries a faint smell of salt marsh. Out at Shoreline the burrowing owls keep watch from their mounds, and along Stevens Creek Trail the cyclists flicker past the willows on their way to work. In a place that rarely slows down, the job is making each yard the still point in a busy week. When the Santa Cruz Mountains go violet at dusk, the cutting is finished and the grass has the even, combed look of something cared for.