Saturday mornings the market sets up under the train viaduct and half the borough walks over with canvas bags, past brick sidewalks buckled gently by old roots. Latch Brothers Landscaping is usually already working by then, a few streets off, getting through the cuts before the town fully wakes. Spring here arrives quickly and all at once — magnolias, then everything — and lawns go from flat to shaggy in a week. So the routine is mowing on a dependable day, trimming close along the brick and the fence posts, edging so the grass stops exactly where it should. It is ordinary work done attentively, on a street grid where people actually notice.