Late in the day the light over Lyndon goes gold across the hayfields and the hills throw long shadows toward Half Moon Lake. That is often the hour LD's Handyman Services is still out, finishing a mow, edging a walk, blowing the clippings off the drive so a place looks finished rather than merely cut. Lawns here do not lie flat — they roll, they run to the woodline, they stop at a stone pile or a stand of oaks, and every one asks for a slightly different pass. Spring means the cleanup, winter's sticks and matted leaves pulled out of the beds; October hands it all back again. The payoff is simple: a yard that reads as cared for from the road, all the way up the hill.