At the borough's edge, where Jamesburg gives way to Monroe's open ground, October arrives as a smell before it is a sight — cut fields, damp leaves, wood smoke somewhere down the road. Saulv landscaping is deep in the autumn rounds by then, lifting leaves off lawn after lawn so the grass is not left to suffocate under them. Through summer it is the regular pass: mowing, trimming right up against the shed and the fence line, edges cut to hold their shape between visits. Spring runs the reverse of autumn, the yard cleared of everything the winter left and the first cut of the year finally on the schedule. A finished lawn is a small thing, and it changes how the whole house reads from the street.