Terryville's Main Street was laid out by a town that made clocks and locks — small parts, tight tolerances — and a garden asks for something of the same patience. Late spring is when everything needs doing at once: mowing as the lawn takes off, edging beds into clean curves, trimming where stonework and steps meet grass, cutting back and tidying so perennials have room to move. Plymouth's soil is thin over rock and its evenings stay cool, which changes what thrives here and when. A yard where the lawn and the beds finally agree with each other, each holding its own line, is quietly satisfying to walk away from. Seasonal cleanups, early and late, keep that agreement from unraveling.