Bourne wakes with the canal in it — fog lifting off the water at first light, salt on the wind, a low silver glare running across sandy ground where scrub pine and oak give way to lawn. Gaia Lawn and Landscape works with that grain, mowing and edging through the long green stretch of the year, trimming and mulching beds that have to stand up to weather coming straight in off the water, raking the spring open and the fall closed again. When the ground goes hard and white, the work turns to plowing and clearing: drives opened before the first car of the morning, walkways cut down to bare pavement so a house can get on with its day. There is a plain satisfaction in the finished edge, in a bed banked dark and clean, in a driveway that looks like the storm never came through at all. That is the shape of the whole year here, across Bourne and the villages strung along the canal.