Stow in May is orchard country turned white overnight, whole hillsides in blossom while the Assabet still runs high and cold below them. That is the week the grass decides to grow all at once, and Luke Jones Landscape starts cutting: mowing, edging, trimming, and the spring cleanup that carries off everything winter dropped. Lawns here sit between apple rows and old pasture, so an edge has to be deliberate — the line you cut is the only thing telling a yard where it ends. By November the same properties want leaves moved and one last low pass before the ground goes hard. Stow and its neighbors, week by week, right through the growing season.