Morning in Spring Arbor comes up over flat farm light and the old rail bed that runs west out of Jackson, and the dew holds on the grass until the first pass of the day. ArborLawn works the village lots and the long country drives between them, mowing, trimming and edging until each yard reads clean from the road. There is real satisfaction in a straight line cut across a lawn that slopes off toward the fields. Spring cleanups pull winter's litter off the turf; autumn visits take the maples down to bare grass again. It is ordinary work done carefully, in a small place where people notice.