Late in the day Salisbury turns gold — Kearsarge holds the last light on the western skyline while the stone walls along Route 127 go long with shadow. Granite State Grounds is out in that light more often than not, finishing a trim line or running one more stretch of lawn before the dew comes back down. Lawn care in a town of hayfields and hill roads asks for patience: short passes on the banks, a steady hand around the ledge that surfaces wherever you least want it. What we chase is the crisp shoulder where grass meets gravel, the kind of edge you notice from the road. Salisbury is a small town, and a well-kept yard is a way of speaking to it.