Down in the canyon where Bear Creek runs cold past Kittredge and Idledale, morning fog sits in the willows until the sun clears the rim. Bear Creek Landscape starts its lawn rounds in that hour, when the grass is still heavy and the road is quiet. Creekside yards are their own puzzle — deep shade under the cottonwoods, damp corners that grow fast, dry banks that barely grow at all — so cutting height and timing change from one property to the next. They edge the paths, trim the tight ground along fences and foundations, and haul away what falls. By afternoon the fog is gone and so are they, leaving a lawn that looks like the creek's own kept garden.