Late in the day the trap-rock ridge west of Wallingford throws its shadow across town, and the light over Wharton Brook goes low and gold. The Lawn Master finishes in that hour more often than not — last trim, last blow-off, the driveway swept before the truck pulls away. Weekly mowing, edging along walks and drives, string trimming into the corners a mower cannot reach, and cleanups at both shoulders of the season. Grass cut at the right height holds its color, and a straight edge makes an ordinary yard look deliberate. That is the craft here, repeated street by street across Wallingford.