Some people simply like the work. Along Federal Street and the blocks of East Camden, The Lawn Junkies mow, edge, trim and haul through the warm months, then trade the deck for a blade when the forecast tips over. Summer here runs humid and fast — grass grows overnight, and a lawn cut Saturday is asking for you again by Friday. Winter wants the opposite: one long push before sunrise, driveways plowed, stoops and sidewalks shoveled, salt down so the shady side doesn't glaze by noon. Two opposite seasons, one same instinct — a straight edge, a clear path, a property that looks like somebody meant it.