Fog sits in the creek bottoms below Nelson until midmorning, and when it lifts, the smell of cut grass carries a long way in foothill air. Fresh Mowed Lawns is named for that exact moment — mowing, edging along the walks and drives, string trimming the awkward corners, then clearing the concrete. Yards up here run to fescue on the shaded slopes and bermuda where the sun sits, and the two ask for different heights and different weeks. Cleanups arrive with the hardwood leaf drop, when a yard needs emptying before anything else. The reward is small and reliable: you step outside and the place smells looked after.