September lays a low gold light across Hazel Park in the late afternoon, and every lawn on the block shows exactly what it was given all summer. That slant is honest. It finds the missed strip along the fence, the ragged place at the driveway apron, the bed that never got its mulch. So the work stays thorough: mowing, trimming, edging, bed maintenance, hedges, and the fall cleanup that carries the maple leaves off before they mat down over the grass. It is ordinary work done all the way out to the corners, and a yard that holds up in that light holds up in any of it.