Morning comes early to Maynard in June, first along the Assabet River Rail Trail, where mist lifts off the water before the town is fully awake. Boucher Landscaping keeps lawns in that same hour — mowing lines laid straight, edges cut clean against the walk, clippings swept off the drive before the mower cools. The ground here is old river bottom and glacial grit, and grass answers differently on Parker Street than it does up the hill, so the work reads the site it stands on. By evening a yard holds the light the way the river does: even, unhurried, green all the way to the fence. That is the whole point — a lawn a family walks out onto without thinking, because someone already thought about it.