Spring arrives in Henderson all at once — the maples over Central Park leaf out downtown, and every bed on the block wants attention in the same week. That is the season for new lines: beds cut with a fresh shoulder, shrubs shaped back, mulch laid dark and even so the green in front of it reads twice as bright. Plantings go in where a yard has thinned out, and the mowing settles into a rhythm that carries all the way to first frost. A yard on a Henderson side street does not have to be grand; it has to look cared for from the sidewalk. That is the whole aim — a place that looks like somebody is paying attention.