By the middle of July the maples over Clinton's side streets throw enough shade that the grass beneath them grows at two speeds at once. Grinderz Landscape reads that split — cutting higher where the canopy is thick, tighter out where the sun has full run of the yard — and finishes with trimming along the fences and a clean edge down every walk. Afternoons here go heavy and still, then break into a thunderstorm that climbs up from the southwest and passes in twenty minutes. The work goes on either side of it, and the reward is a village lot that reads as cared for from the sidewalk. Spring and fall, the same hands haul out whatever the season has shaken loose.