Late August evenings around St. Francis come on slow and heavy, the light turning amber over the fields while the crickets start in the fence rows. Grass that fought the heat all month rallies in that stretch, and it wants a regular cut to keep both its color and its shape. The work is mowing on the week, trimming tight where a machine cannot reach, a defined edge along the front walk, and the fall cleanup when leaves begin coming down in earnest. Set the deck high in a dry spell and the lawn holds green; drop it too far and it tells on you for a month. Looked after that way, a yard stays even from one end of the season to the other.