Sin Fronteras Wey

About Sin Fronteras Wey

Stand at the edge of a Wheaton yard, look west, and there is very little in the way — fields, a windbreak, the ground beginning its long roll toward the Elk Mound ridges. Sin Fronteras Wey mows and trims in that open country, where a lawn does not so much end as hand itself over to the corn. The days are long and the work is straightforward: cutting, string trimming, edging, cleanup, then on to the next place. A yard kept clean out here reads from the road a hundred yards off. Wide sky, level ground, and a lawn that holds its lines underneath all of it.