The first mow of May in Canterbury is a good day's work — grass thick after the rain, the Little River running high, lilacs going by the old houses near the corner of 14 and 169. From then until the leaves come down it is a weekly rhythm: mowing, trimming around posts and stone walls, edging the walks, mulching beds, hauling off whatever the season sheds. Canterbury is a town of long frontages and low stone lines, and both of those want a careful pass rather than a fast one. The satisfaction lives in the details — a clean band of soil where lawn meets drive, striping that still holds on Thursday. Fall closes it out with a full cleanup before the ground goes hard.