South of the village the land rises into drumlins, long smooth hills the ice combed north to south with Hill Cumorah among them, and a lawn cut on that grade shows every mistake. Turf Time works those slopes and the flats below: mowing on the pitch, trimming tight to the rise, edging clean, and cleanups that let April get on with itself. Spring arrives in fits here, warm then raw then warm again, and the turf answers inside a week. When the calendar swings the other way the trucks swing with it, plowing driveways and salting where the hills tip down toward the road. Ground shaped like this rewards attention, and gives it back in how the place looks.