Every March the hawks ride the shoreline up and stack over Braddock Bay, and the town beneath them starts thawing in patches. Greenscaping Property maintenance starts then too — raking out the winter's wreckage, opening the beds, getting the first cut in once the ground firms enough to hold a wheel. From there it is weekly mowing, edging along walks, trimming what the mower cannot reach, and the long cleanup when the marsh grass goes gold. Property maintenance is an unglamorous phrase for something rather pleasant: keeping a place steadily, agreeably itself. The cattails manage on their own; the lawns get help.