Harrison is a square mile of brick and river, and the green in it has to be earned — a strip beside the stoop, a courtyard behind an old factory wall, a lawn the size of a kitchen table that somebody's grandmother still wants cut on Friday. Hole Landscaping Corporation cuts them all with the same attention: mowing, trimming the fence line, edging where the concrete meets the grass so the border reads as a line rather than a suggestion. In June the Passaic runs slow and the light comes up over the water early, which is a good hour to be working. Lawn care in a town built for industry means small canvases and no place to hide a missed pass. Small doesn't mean casual.