Down where Rutherford slopes toward the Passaic, the humidity sits heavy in July and the grass grows like it has somewhere to be. Mowing keeps pace with it week after week, with string trimming along the wrought-iron fences and old stone steps, edging that follows every curve of the walk, and clippings swept off before the truck moves on. When the weather turns, the same properties need plowing, shoveling, and salt spread on the paths so nobody slips getting to the car. Between Memorial Park and the Victorian blocks this is a borough of small yards that people notice, and a small yard cut right looks better than a big one cut fast. The finish is the whole job.