Late light in Hancock comes down the flank of Skatutakee Mountain and turns every lawn in town the color of cider. S F Landcare spends its days in that light — mowing, string trimming, edging along walks and driveways, and hauling off the spring and autumn debris a New Hampshire woodlot sends down onto a yard. Out past the village the properties run to old field and stone wall, and the trick is knowing exactly where the mown ground ends and the woods begin. They keep that boundary honest, week after week. Grass here jumps in June and loafs by September, and the schedule bends to match. The reward is plain enough: a yard that reads cared for from the road.