Early in a Foxridge spring, before anyone else is out, the yards belong to the rabbits — a dozen of them still as stones on the wet grass until a door opens. Cottontail Lawn Care starts its days in that same hour: mowing on a steady cycle, edging along walks and beds, trimming the fence lines, feeding the turf and pulling cores from ground the winter packed hard. Centennial's grass wakes slowly at fifty-eight hundred feet, green creeping up from the roots through April, and the first real cut of the year is a small celebration. Autumn brings the other half — leaves off the lawn, beds cleaned, the yard put to rest before the ground locks. Between them sits a whole warm season of tidy Saturdays.