Route 169 runs south through Brooklyn between stone walls and hayfields, and in late August the fairgrounds fill with tents and the smell of cut grass. That is the smell this outfit works in most of the year — mowing, trimming and edging yards along the byway and the back roads off Route 6. Spring starts with raking winter's litter off the turf; autumn ends with the last leaves hauled out from under the maples near the green. In between there is mulch to lay, beds to shape, and grass kept even enough that the lines still show from the road. Brooklyn is a farming town that still looks like one, and a well-kept dooryard is part of how it holds that look.