East of the last streetlights the neighborhoods give way to Allamuchy Mountain, and every autumn that woodland sends its leaves down into Hackettstown yards by the tens of thousands. Hidden Leaf Landscaping meets them with rakes and blowers until the turf is clear and breathing again, then keeps mowing right up to the week the ground goes hard. After that the same trucks show up with plows, opening driveways and salting the walks where the ice likes to hide under a skim of snow. It is a two-season rhythm and both halves ask for the same thing: leave the place better than the weather left it. A yard that came out of winter clean is a yard that greens early.