Olivet rises just enough that the college's brick buildings catch the last of the light, and the maples on the streets below hold it a minute longer. Bailey Lawn Service keeps the lawns on that slope and out past the edge of town where the fields begin, mowing on a steady rhythm through the long green middle of the year. Edges get trimmed where sidewalk meets turf and around every post and stone, because that line is what the eye actually reads. Spring means clearing whatever winter dropped; fall means staying ahead of the maples, which do not come down politely. A town this size notices a tidy yard, and that is reason enough to make one.