October belongs to the sycamores in lower Bucks, and Tullytown's older streets go ankle-deep before anyone is quite ready. Meehan's Landscaping meets it head-on with cleanups, the last cuts of the year, edges tightened, beds put down for winter. There is real pleasure in a lawn that heads into November looking finished rather than abandoned — stripes still faintly visible, walk swept, leaves gone. The rest of the year that same attention shows up in green: mowing, trimming, mulch, the weekly pass that keeps a yard from drifting away from its owner. Small borough, careful hands.