Woodstock in June smells like cut grass by seven in the morning, when the dew is still heavy enough to darken a boot. Bernal Landscaping LLC keeps that hour, mowing while the shade of the old parkway maples still reaches across the street, trimming tight to the fence line, edging a walk until it reads like a drawn line. Feeding the turf, keeping the weeds honest, handling the cleanups that bookend the growing months. Grass here sits on black prairie soil that will give you everything if you ask it right and at the right time. By evening the stripes have settled and the yard looks like somebody loves it, which is the entire point.