Spring reaches Neshanic Station with the South Branch of the Raritan running high and loud beneath the old iron truss bridge, and within a week the yards along the river road need cutting. Blue Chip Lawn Service works that ground — the village lots, the long farm-road frontages, the places where lawn meets hayfield and somebody has to decide where the line goes. Mowing in this valley means staying ahead of a growth season that starts fast in the bottomland and doesn't quit until the mornings turn cold. A finished lawn out here reads plainly against all that open country: even height, a firm edge along the drive, nothing scattered on the gravel. It is a good thing to leave behind you on the way to the next place.