Yarden

About Yarden

The Inner Richmond wakes slowly — bakery steam along Clement, the park's north edge still dim under the pines, the avenues quiet until the fog thins out. Yarden mows and keeps the small lawns behind those bay-windowed flats, the ones you reach through a hallway and a back door. Grass growing under fences and a neighbor's tree wants a regular cut and a clean edge more than anything elaborate. The work is unhurried and exact: mow, trim the perimeter, sweep the steps, leave the gate the way you found it. Rain comes in off the ocean all winter and keeps everything growing, so the rhythm barely pauses.