Weeds never announce themselves; they show up in the seam between walk and lawn, in the bed behind the hydrangea, in the gravel outside the cottages near the boardwalk. WeeklyWeeding stays ahead of that around Lake Mohawk — pulling and clearing the beds, mowing the lawn even, trimming the corners a mower cannot reach, edging so the line between planting and grass stays legible. It is small, repeatable, unglamorous work, and it is the whole difference between a yard that looks looked-after and one that does not. Summer moves fast up here; two warm weeks and everything has doubled. Keep after it and the place holds its shape right through to fall.