Saturday morning in West Babylon sounds like mowers, one block starting up as the next one finishes. The Sodfather is in that chorus all season — cutting, trimming around fence lines and mailboxes, edging the walk so the lawn ends precisely where it should. There is real pride in the stripes a good pass leaves behind, and in a yard that reads finished from the sidewalk. Turf here runs hard from May into October and does best on a schedule it can count on. Cleanups in spring and again in late fall close the ends of the year.