Chittenango Creek carries a low band of fog down through Sullivan on summer mornings, and it burns off about the time the first mower starts. Fuller Industries likes that early hour, when dew still weights the grass and every pass shows plainly behind the machine. Their lawn work is straightforward and complete: mowing on a set rhythm, trimming into corners a deck can't reach, edging drives and walks until the lines are unmistakable. Ground near the creek grows heavy and fast, and it takes a consistent schedule rather than heroics to keep it looking easy. By the time the fog is gone, another Sullivan yard is finished and the day moves on.