Monterey sits high and quiet in the south Berkshires, Lake Garfield holding the sky and Beartown's forest closing in behind it. All season care mows and tends the lawns here, keeping grass and borders in order from the first mud-season green to the last cut of October. Up these dirt roads a yard is a clearing carved out of hemlock and sugar maple, and it wants keeping or the woods come back for it. There is a quiet pleasure in mown ground against a dark treeline, the lines still fresh, the Konkapot audible somewhere downhill. Summer runs short up here, and every green week of it is worth the trouble.