Early on a July morning the borough is still cool, dew silver across the grass, mist pooled in the hollows down toward the Hawthorne line. Fusal Landscaping Inc starts there, mowing while the ground is firm, edging the walks, running the trimmer along fence lines and blowing the drives clean so the cut reads sharp from the street. Hill lawns get taken across their pitch and given their stripes the long way, and the difference holds for a week. By the time the day turns humid and loud, half a street is finished and the smell of cut grass is still hanging behind them. Spring and fall bring the heavier rounds — cleanups, seeding, leaves — but summer is the steady rhythm the whole year leans on.