Midsummer twilight near Sandy Pond, the mower shut off, cut grass hanging warm in the air — that is the end of a Plymouth workday for Premier Landscapes. Their weeks run on repetition: cutting, trimming, edging, beds mulched, clippings and debris gone before the truck pulls out of the drive. Spring opens with a full cleanup, and fall closes with the leaves off the lawn and away. Between the kettle ponds and the pine plains, this town gives a landscaper a great deal of ground to cover. What they hand back on every visit is simple — a yard that looks like somebody meant it.