Morning arrives in Ypsilanti Charter Township along the Huron River, a seam of fog lying low in the bottomland until the sun lifts it off the water. That is the hour two brothers prefer for mowing — grass still cool, the day not yet loud. They cut, edge and trim their way across the township's yards and lots, then clear the clippings so a finished lawn looks like nobody worked there at all. Fall brings the leaves down in slow drifts, and they gather them before the first hard frost welds them to the ground. It is lawn care measured in straight passes and a yard you want to stand on.