Morning in Newfields comes up over the pines along the old rail bed, and the Piscassic runs brown and quiet underneath it. Great Bay Landscaping is out before the dew burns off, trailer gate down at the first house on the route. Weekly mowing, string trimming around posts and stone, bed edging, mulch, and the cleanups that bookend a New Hampshire growing year. Their pleasure is in the stripes — long parallel passes across a village lot, the corners squared, the walk blown clean and the gate latched behind them. Small town, short streets, and every lawn on them recognizable from the road.