By late June the roadsides around the Sparta precinct are a riot of chicory and Queen Anne's lace, and the yards behind them need cutting every week just to keep pace. Mow-tivated Lawn Care/Landscaping rides that wave with mowing, string trimming, edging, and the landscaping tidy-up that keeps beds and borders from blurring into the turf. Saturdays out here are loud and green and smell like the season itself. The satisfaction lives in the turnaround, shaggy at nine and squared away by noon. When the year cools, the same properties get cleaned down and put in order for the cold.