September in the eastern reaches of town is all edges — hayfields cut and rolled, stone walls surfacing again as the brush thins, goldenrod filling every ditch. Property out here runs bigger than a suburban lot, so lawn care means keeping real acreage in order: mowing the open ground, cutting back what encroaches from the wall line, edging where lawn meets drive, and clearing hard in spring and fall. The pleasure is scale — standing at the far end of a wide, freshly cut expanse with the light going orange behind the tree line. Plainfield gives a person room to work. Ground kept like this looks like somebody means it.