June evenings in Stronghurst hold their gold until nearly nine, and that last hour is when a yard looks like it was made for the light. In The Garden mows and trims around town, edging the beds so the mulch line holds and the grass stops where it is told. The wind crosses open fields all day out here and drops at dusk, leaving the air still and full of the smell of a fresh cut. Autumn means leaves off the beds and a final mowing; spring means clearing what winter dropped and starting the grass over. Each visit ends with the walks blown clear and the yard sitting quiet.