Come October the light over Hubbardston's common goes long and yellow, and every lawn on the roads running off Route 62 disappears under oak and maple. Harrington Landscapers spends those weeks clearing leaves down to bare green and hauling the piles away, leaving grass that looks like the first cold morning made it. Through the growing months the same yards get mowed on a steady rhythm, edges trimmed clean along walks and drives, beds turned over with fresh mulch. This is white-clapboard hill country with long views, where a kept yard reads from a quarter mile down the road. That visibility is half the pleasure of the work.