Along Route 233 the dooryards still keep their lilacs, planted long ago by somebody who wanted May to smell like something. Shrubs By Sawyer works in that spirit — shrubs pruned back to their shape, hedges trued up, beds edged and mulched, the lawn mowed and trimmed on a rhythm from thaw to frost. Once snow takes the ground, the same crew plows the drive, shovels the walk and puts salt where shade holds the ice all day. Cleanups close each end of the calendar. A well-kept dooryard is the first thing anyone sees, and out here people notice.