In Galen the old canal and the Clyde River run east toward the Montezuma marshes, and June light off that water leaves the whole valley looking rinsed. Village lawns in Clyde sit in tight rows along the towpath streets while out on the muck-land roads the yards stretch long beside the fields. Both get the same treatment: mowing on a set rhythm, trimming around porch skirts and gate posts, edging that keeps a walk legible from the curb. Autumn cleanup runs late here, with marsh wind carrying leaves in from everywhere at once. A mown lawn beside slow water is a good sight, and keeping it that way is the point.