Snow lands differently in the Pinetum — the conifers hold it in shelves and let it go all afternoon in soft collapses, while out on the Cos Cob streets it simply piles. Greenwich Garden Service plows and shovels through those January days: drives opened, walkways cut to the width of a person, ice handled at the steps where it matters most. Storms off the Sound tend to arrive wetter and heavier than the forecast promised, which is an argument for starting early and coming back. A cleared drive at first light is a quiet gift; nobody thinks about it, and that is the point. It is the standard the work is held to.