Stafford Pond keeps the morning the way a bowl keeps water — flat, silver, slow to give up its mist. The lawns that climb away from it are where Amesbury Mowing, inc. spends its Tiverton days, on ground that turns sandy near the top and carries a faint smell of the bay on the wind. Mowing here means reading the land: which slope dries first, which shaded strip along the stone wall wants a lighter pass. The good moment comes at the end, when the last line is laid down and the whole yard reads as a single sweep of green with a clean line at the walk. Spring and fall cleanups bookend the growing months, carrying off what the oaks and the winter leave behind. Ordinary work, done with attention, in a town that repays it.