June mornings on Rockford's west side start under river fog, and the grass holds it in every blade until the sun finally burns it off. That is when Juan Mow Time landscaping gets moving — mower down, line trimmer swinging along fence posts and mailbox stands. There is a plain satisfaction in the moment a shaggy yard turns into clean parallel lines with a hard edge at the walk. Summer comes in humid and fast here, and turf in the Rock River valley grows like it means it, so the weekly return is the whole game. By the time the cicadas start up in the afternoon, the yard looks like somebody loves it.