By late August the wind off Great South Bay carries salt inland, and Long Island lawns go thin and pale before the rains return. McCormack Irrigation keeps after the turf around Islip Terrace in those weeks — mowing at a height that lets the grass shade its own roots, trimming clean around beds and posts, hauling off what comes loose. Evenings here run long and gold, the light angling low across the back yards between Carleton Avenue and the Connetquot, and a freshly cut lawn holds that light better than anything else on the street. Autumn turns the work to rakes and blowers, then to the quiet tidy-up before the first hard frost. Every property gets left the way you would want your own left: edges defined, clippings gone, nothing forgotten by the gate.