The village of Orient is small enough to see across, a crossroads of a few streets with corn coming right up to the edge of town by August. MA Souders mows there and out along the roads that leave it, where the fields close in and the horizon narrows to a single line of trees. Midsummer mornings start early because midsummer afternoons out here do not forgive; by ten the light has gone flat white and the passes are already made. The care shows in the details — trim tight to the foundation, a held line along every walk, clippings kept off the concrete. Come fall the leaves get gathered and the season closes out clean.