Out on Squantum the summer evening arrives twice, once from the sky and once off the harbor, and by seven the lawns along the causeway look lit from underneath. This crew does the lawn care that keeps them looking that way: weekly mowing, clean defined edges, trimming, and cleanups when the calendar turns. Wind and spray cross the neck all year, so the grass is cut a shade taller and given time to hold its color. The last thing at any stop is a look back — stripes even, walk swept, gate latched — before the truck rolls toward Marina Bay and the day is done. There are worse places in Quincy to finish a shift.