Three rivers meet at Saint Johnsbury — the Moose, the Sleepers and the Passumpsic — and on June mornings the fog lies down in those valleys until the sun climbs the bluff and burns it off. Little Acres Landscaping mows and trims the lawns stacked along St. Johnsbury's hill streets, where a yard can drop a full story between the front walk and the back fence. Spring cleanup here is a genuine undertaking: winter sand, broken sticks and a season's leaf litter off the terraces before anyone thinks about a first cut. Mulch goes in, borders get drawn, and the awkward geometry of a Northeast Kingdom lot slowly resolves. The reward is that last closing pass, when a steep, complicated yard finally reads as one clean green plane.