The town of Clifton is mostly forest and water — Cranberry Lake set down in the middle of it, the Oswegatchie threading out through spruce, and a green season that runs short and runs hard. The Lawn Guy Company works that narrow window, mowing camp yards and year-round lawns, trimming back the edges the woods keep trying to reclaim, clearing up what the leaves and needles bring down. Up here a lawn is a clearing you maintain on purpose; let it slide a month and you are starting over. June light holds until nearly nine, which is a real gift when the calendar gives you so little. A cut yard standing against all that timber looks like an argument you won.