Fog lies in the Scantic River lowlands in Somers most June mornings, and it burns off just about when the dew dries enough to cut. That hour is when lawn care gets good: mowing at the right height, edging along walks and drives, trimming around trees and fence lines, mulch and bed work, and the spring and fall cleanups that frame the season. The name is the goal — turf thick and even enough that a bare foot never finds a thin spot. Somers yards sit on old farm ground, open and generous, and an open lawn shows every stripe and every miss, which is a fair kind of pressure. When the crew moves on, the only sign of them is a cleaner line and the smell of cut grass.