The old mill brick along the river holds Pawtucket's morning light before anything else does, and by then the dew is still sitting on the grass. Mownation starts there — mowing, trimming, edging and clearing up after, working yard to yard as the city gets going. Stripes laid straight across a small lawn are a quiet kind of order, and they hold all week when the cut is right. The best moment is the last pass, when the pattern closes and the trimmer has already squared off every fence post and mailbox. Steady, repeated, all season — that's how a lawn ends up looking effortless.