Blue Ridge earns its name honestly: a low swell of moraine standing just above ground that is otherwise flat to every horizon, with osage-orange fencerows drawing the old field lines across it. Blue Ridge Lawn Care mows in that country, trimming close, edging the walks, clearing the leaves once the season winds down. Late June is the height of it — corn shoulder-high past the mailbox, grass thick enough to want a slower pass, evening light going amber over the rise. A finished yard up here reads from a long way off, which is a fine reason to keep the lines straight.