Mornings in Tuckahoe start with the Bronx River going about its business under the parkway bridges and the first train out of the station pulling the village awake. Century Landscaping works the lawns on those tight Westchester blocks, where a front yard is small enough that every edge shows from the sidewalk. Mowing, trimming, and keeping the turf even through a humid stretch of July is the shape of the day. By the time the shade swings back across the street in the afternoon, the strip along the walk is squared off and the clippings are gone. Small properties, close neighbors, and a village that notices.