The mower comes off the trailer and the morning takes its shape — one straight pass along the fence line, a turn, another stripe laid down beside it, then the trimmer in hand to finish what the deck can't reach. Jeb Landscape Inc keeps lawns in Barnstable, Massachusetts, where sandy Cape soil, salt air, and that long low light off the water ask something particular of grass, and where a well-kept yard reads clean against weathered shingle and blue hydrangea. There is a plain, physical satisfaction in it: the crisp edge running true beside a walk, the clippings blown off the drive, a lawn that looks intentional from the road. Come the tilt of September, when the crowds thin and the marsh grass turns gold, the same rhythm carries on — cut, trim, edge, clear — across Barnstable and the towns nearby.