The town takes its name from the water on Beacon Hill Brook, and on a September evening you can still hear it running under the road while the light goes amber across the ridges. Preneta's Property Maintenance likes that hour: the last mowing of the day done, edges cut, clippings blown off the walk, the lawn holding its stripes as the shadows stretch. Work here follows the valley's habits — early growth in a wet spring, a slow-down through the humid weeks of August, then a long green fall that runs later than people expect. Beds get mulched, trimming keeps the brush from creeping in off the wood line, and the leaves get moved out in stages rather than all at once. A place kept up this way never looks worked on; it just looks well.