You can watch a squall line cross the flat country along I-94 south of Galesburg well before it reaches the driveways in town — a gray wall out of the west, then wind, then everything gone white for an hour. Prince Plowing and LawnCare plans around that west wind all winter, pushing snow to the downwind side so the next gust has nowhere to rebuild the bank, then salting the apron and the walk while the storm is still deciding whether it is finished. Summer here is a gentler assignment: mowing on a rhythm, trimming the fence lines, keeping edges crisp where the grass wants to creep over the concrete. Two different machines, one habit of showing up. Galesburg gets weather from both directions, and this is the outfit that meets it coming and going.