First light on this stretch of Illinois arrives low and level, sliding across ditch grass long before it finds a rooftop. Bone Yard Lawn Service works in that hour, when dew still weighs the blades down and the opening pass leaves a dark stripe you can read from the road. Mowing, trimming and edging are the whole of it, and the work is honest about what it is: a clean line where turf meets drive, a yard that looks tended rather than merely shortened. By midmorning the grass has dried, the clippings have settled, and the place sits square with the section-line roads running out toward the corn. Out here a house is visible for a mile in any direction. Handing one back looking cared for is not a small thing at all.