First light in Littleton comes flat across the plains from the east and lands gold on Ketring Lake before the geese have settled anything among themselves. That is the hour M.V LAWNCARE likes best: grass still cool, blades sharp, the first pass of the morning laid down straight as a chalked line. Mowing, edging, string trimming, seasonal cleanups — the list is short to say and hard to do exactly, and the exactness is the whole pleasure of it. By afternoon, when the Front Range goes hazy blue off to the west, these yards read as clean green rectangles with a clear line where turf meets sidewalk. Handing that back to a neighbor is a small thing, and it makes a whole block look looked-after.