The small houses on the dead-end streets that stop at the old rail grade keep their yards plain and their grass short — a clothesline, a garden chair, forty feet of lawn. LWMowing works at that scale in the evenings, when the light goes long and sound carries less: mowing, trimming around the posts and the shed, a tidy finish where the grass meets the walk. Small jobs done attentively rather than quickly. Cleanups in spring, and again once the leaves are down. Yards in Union and the villages folded into it.