May mornings here are wet to the ankle. Dew sits on every back lawn that tips down toward the canal, and the mist burns off slow between the sycamores. Lawns by Rainey starts early anyway — mowing, edging the walks to a crisp line, trimming the awkward corners a mower will never reach, then clearing the cuttings so the drive is as tidy as the grass. It is unhurried work and it shows in small things: an even cut, a straight border, a yard that looks composed by the time the day gets warm. New Hope and the towns around it are the route, all season long.