The day starts with a pull-cord and a cool engine warming under the pines, then the long even passes of the mower laying stripe against stripe, the trimmer's whine tracing a stone wall, the clean click of the edge along a gravel drive. Crestwood Landscaping LLC keeps lawns in Washington, New Hampshire — a hill town of ridgelines and glacial ponds, where the light arrives late over Lovewell Mountain and the grass comes in fast and green between ledge and woods. The satisfaction here is a physical one: a dooryard cut back to its true shape, clippings swept off the walk, a lawn that holds its line all week and reads as tended from the road. Seasons run short and honest at this elevation, and the work follows them — the first cut when mud season finally lets go, the last careful pass before the maples turn and the leaves drift down across the common.