Windsor sits high — a plateau town where the morning fog lifts off the hayfields an hour later than it does down in the valley. Berkshire Native keeps lawns along these upland roads, where the growing season arrives late, runs hard, and asks for a mower that respects a slope. The work is mowing, trimming and edging, plus the spring and fall cleanups that turn a rough hillside yard into something with a clean line at the driveway's edge. There is real satisfaction in the last pass of an afternoon, the stripes running true toward the treeline and the smell of cut grass hanging in that cool Windsor air. Near the Jambs the ground is all ledge and hemlock; out toward the open stretches of Route 9 it turns to pasture, and every property up here wants something a little different. Knowing which is which is most of the job.