There's a week in April when Collins gives the signal — frost out of the ground, the maples along the hamlet streets fuzzy with bud, and every lawn in town suddenly two inches taller than it was. Greene light landscaping takes that as its cue: first cut of the year, beds raked out, winter's sand swept back off the walks. Through summer it is steady mowing and trimming, holding a clean line where grass meets gravel and grass meets garden. Once the nights cool the work turns to leaves, gathered and carried off before the first hard freeze pins them down. A yard kept on that cycle never has to be rescued — it just goes on looking like someone lives there and means it.