Late August in Woodstock smells like cut grass and fairground dust, and the light goes gold over the hill by seven o'clock. G.O.J. Lawn Care is usually finishing something around then — a last pass of the mow, an edge cleaned along a walk, clippings swept off the drive before the truck rolls. Mowing on a weekly schedule, trimming, bed mulching, and the heavy cleanups that bookend the season in spring and again once the leaves come down. Nothing shouts here; northeastern Connecticut isn't a shouting sort of place. It's simply a yard that looks better at dusk than it did at dawn, week after week.