Roseville grew up around the railroad, and the town still keeps time by it: long freight trains easing through the yard, horns carrying over the rooftops in the early dark. In November the oaks and sycamores along Dry Creek in Royer Park let go of their leaves in drifts of rust and gold, and every yard in town gets its share. Bush Landscaping takes on that autumn work — blowing and raking leaves, the last mows of the year, cutting back what summer overgrew. A lawn cleared in fall comes through the foggy valley winter in far better shape than one smothered under wet leaves. When the next train rumbles through at dawn, the yard should look swept and orderly, like a platform before the first departure.