Avon is where the valley finally exhales: the ground flattens, Nottingham Lake holds the sky in one bright sheet, and the green shoulders of Beaver Creek climb away behind town. Avon Land Works mows and trims through the brief mountain summer, from the first honest week of June until frost shuts the growing down. Grass here gets long days and cold nights, so it wants a steady hand — regular cutting, string-trimmed fence lines and rock edges, aeration and overseeding to keep thin ground knitted together. Between the roundabouts and the lake path, these lawns are small stages with an enormous backdrop, and a straight cut line is what makes them look tended. Come Saturday morning the smell of cut grass drifts the length of the street.