By the middle of July the cicadas start up in the oaks around Goshen before eight in the morning, and everybody who works outdoors learns to beat them to it. Sergio's Lawn Service is rolling while the dew is still heavy, taking the bermuda down even and true before the day turns into a furnace. Heat like that is honest work, and the reward comes at the end of a lawn when the mower shuts off, the trimmer has walked every edge, and the drive is blown so clean it looks wet. Hedges get squared, the beds get their line back, and shade returns to feeling like shade. Deep summer in the Ozark foothills asks a lot of a yard, and this is how it gets answered.