Attica wakes slowly, brick by brick, the light coming up Main Street before the first car does. Attica Package Co works those early hours on the village's tidy lots — mowing, trimming, edging the walks until the lines are crisp enough to follow with your eye. Dew lifts off the grass in a haze behind the mower, and the maples that lean over the side streets lay their shade across the finished rows. There is a plain satisfaction in a yard that looks cared for from the sidewalk, before anyone has said a word about it. The work moves outward from the village into the farm towns around it, one clean edge at a time.