Somers is stitched together with fieldstone walls, and half the lawns in town end at one, which makes trimming a matter of patience rather than speed. In full July, when the hayfields go tan and the yards stay green only if somebody is paying attention, patience is the job. The work runs to mowing on a steady cycle, string trimming along walls and posts, edging drives and walks, mulch and bed upkeep, and cleanups at either end of the growing season. Rural lots up near the Massachusetts line can be an acre of open grass with an orchard corner and a shed to work around, and the finish is judged by whether those corners look as sharp as the middle. Cut right, a yard here reads like a swept floor.