By mid-June the mornings off Lake Plymouth come up soft and damp, and grass in the hollows puts on more in a week than anyone can keep ahead of. Trademark Lawns takes that the way it ought to be taken — a mow on a regular day, a clean trimmed border, the clippings swept off the walk before the truck pulls away. There is a real pleasure in the striping across a wide open lawn and in the tidy line where turf gives way to bed. Plymouth is a town of long driveways, sloped yards and old sugar maples, and no two of them ask for quite the same thing. The reward is simple and repeatable: you come home, the yard is cut, and the week feels a little more in hand.