Before the traffic thickens on Utica Road, the lawns of Fraser still hold their dew and the whole town smells like wet grass and July. Angelo's Lawn Service likes that early start — quieter, cooler, and the lines cut cleaner before heat sets the blades to tearing instead of slicing. The work is steady and unglamorous: mowing on schedule, trimming close to porch posts and fence lines, edging the walk until the concrete has a shoulder again. Under the old maples the grass grows thin and wants a lighter hand; out in the open it runs hard and wants a shorter interval. Knowing which yard is which, week after week, is most of what this trade actually is.