Midsummer in Exeter smells like hay and warm pine, and the light hangs over the fields near Fisherville Brook until nearly nine at night. Top Turf spends those long evenings mowing, laying clean lines across wide rural lawns, running the trimmer around posts and stone, blowing the walk off before the truck pulls away. A lawn out here has to hold its own against woods on three sides, so the job is as much about edges as it is about grass. When autumn drops everything at once the work becomes cleanup, hauling the year off the turf ahead of frost. Lawn care in a town that still measures itself in acres.