Kent in October runs gold along the Housatonic, and the falls up Route 7 come down loud through leaves that are finally letting go. The Country Caretaker keeps lawns in this stretch of the hills — mowing, trimming, edging, and the seasonal cleanups a wooded town generates by the truckload. Yards here are rarely flat and never square; each one wants its own line of approach and its own read on where the shade sits by mid-afternoon. The reward comes back the same every week: a clean edge along the drive, grass that looks looked-after from the road, and a place that holds its shape while the color changes all around it.