Morning comes early to Manteno, sliding low across the fields east of the village until every blade of grass holds a bead of light. Boudreau Landscaping works in that hour, when the turf is still cool and a mower leaves a line you can read from the sidewalk. Lawn care here means learning what the black loam under Manteno will give you — deep green in June, stubbornness in August — and cutting to suit it. The reward is small and complete: a yard that looks tended from the street, edges true, clippings gone. It is a village where people notice, and that is reason enough to do it right.