West of the city the land gathers itself into long green ridges, hedgerow after hedgerow running toward Groton, and in late August the evening light lies across them like poured honey. Black Mountain Landscape keeps lawns in that country — mowing on a steady rhythm, edging beds and walk lines, opening yards in spring and clearing them again when the leaves let go. The pleasure is in the finish: stripes laid straight, corners cut sharp, clippings swept off the concrete before the trailer gate goes up. Cortland lawns grow fast on hill-country rain, and staying ahead of them is its own kind of pride. Every yard is left looking like someone cared what it looked like at dusk.