By seven on a June morning the fog is still sitting in the low spots along Durban Avenue, and the grass is heavy enough to hold a footprint. Alfaro Landscape Management works Hopatcong lawns through that first cool hour, when the cut comes cleanest and the borough is mostly birds and one distant boat. Mowing, string trimming, edging, and the cleanups that keep a yard from vanishing under oak leaves — that is the whole trade, done one property at a time. A lawn on these hills is never a rectangle; it bends around ledge and driveway and old plantings, and following those curves is the craft. By the time the sun clears the ridge, another yard is standing up straight.