North of the city the drumlins roll in long parallel waves, and the lawns in Cicero and Clay lie across them in gentle grades. Rolling Scapes landscape and services mows with that shape instead of against it — following the contour, holding the passes even where the ground tips off toward the ditch. September is the reward for it: cool mornings, heavy dew burning away by nine, turf thickening with every cut. Trimming and edging finish what the mower starts, and a sloped yard suddenly reads as something intended rather than something inherited. The land here has a grain, and lawn work goes with it.