The Mohawk is barely a river yet where it comes down through Lee — more a creek in a bed of stones, with alder crowding both banks. GreenLee Lawns works the yards along those back roads: mowing, string trimming, edging, and spring and fall cleanups. Between the Tug Hill foothills and the flatter ground toward Rome, this is a place with serious weather and a short, emphatic summer, and the grass makes the most of it. Cut on time and a lawn out here goes dense and even, holding its shape right out to the field edge. That boundary — deliberate, unmistakable from the road — is the reason for showing up.