April in Brighton is a slow thaw. The ground along French Road goes soft underfoot, the last gray snow finally quits the north side of the hedges, and every lawn in town lies matted flat, waiting for somebody to wake it. Personal Lawn Care begins right there — raking out the winter mat, clearing beds, then the first cut of the year that turns a tired yard back into a lawn. From that point the visits stay regular: mowing, trimming, edging, cleanup, all season long. It is close attention paid one property at a time, which is what the name promises and what these Brighton streets get.