Morning in Fayette starts with fog lifting off two lakes at once, Seneca to the west and Cayuga to the east, and the farm roads out toward Canoga come clear a field at a time. Lawns here sit wide and open beside barns and old farmhouses, so mowing is a long, patient pattern rather than a quick turn. June growth is fast, and the week runs on a plain rhythm: cut, trim the fence lines, edge the walks, come back before the grass gets ahead of anyone. Autumn drops maple and ash across those same yards, and the cleanup runs until the ground goes hard. Ground this open shows every line you leave in it, which is exactly why the lines get done right.