Midsummer at the Newfane crossroads smells like cut grass and warm asphalt, and the light hangs on long enough that a mower can still be running at eight in the evening. Milton's Landscaping spends those months on lawns — mowing, trimming, edging — leaving stripes that keep their shape until the next rain rearranges them. When the season turns, the same trucks go back out with plows for driveways, lots and walks, often before the sun does. Two very different kinds of morning, one habit: leave the place better than you found it and don't make anybody wait. Newfane is a town of short distances and long memories, and both show up in the work.