On an Ithaca evening in June the blocks go quiet early and the yards fill with that low gold light farm country does so well. Misty's lawn care keeps those yards in order — mowing on schedule, trimming close to fences and foundations, edging the walks, clearing whatever the maples let go. Past the edge of town the section roads run arrow-straight toward Bannister and Ashley, and the same care rides out with them. Small properties reward attention, because one missed corner is the only thing anybody's eye will find. Done properly, no one notices a thing except that the place looks well kept.