There is a week in Avon when the last of the leaves come off the ridge and the first hard morning arrives, and the work simply turns with it — mower decks put away, plow blades hung and waiting. SVL LLC keeps up both halves of that year in the Farmington Valley: mowing and lawn care through the green months, snow removal when Route 44 goes white over Avon Mountain and the valley floor disappears under it. It is honest, physical satisfaction — a lawn striped clean to the edge in July light, a driveway opened well before dawn so somebody can get down the hill and on with their day. Under Talcott's traprock, with the Farmington River running its slow curve below, the crew leaves the same thing behind either way: a place that looks looked-after, ready for whatever the sky does next.