Morning in Deerfield arrives as fog off the Connecticut River, lying low across the floodplain until the sun clears Mount Sugarloaf and lifts it off the grass. Franklin Landscaping works that hour, mowing while the ground is still cool, drawing clean lines through yards set between cornfields and the long old village street. Edges come back to a crisp seam along the walks and drives, and the seasonal cleanups carry off what the maples and the river wind leave behind. It is plain, physical work, and the proof of it reads from the road: a lawn holding its shape in that wide valley light, week after week.