Winter arrives in Avon from the northwest, over the low moraine, and by four in the morning the plow lights are already swinging down Rollins Road. 847 Landscaping works those hours so a driveway is open and a front walk is scraped bare before anyone reaches for a coat. When the thaw finally comes and the ground softens between the kettle lakes, the same trucks make way for mowers. Lawns here run to bluegrass over stubborn clay, and they take a straight line beautifully once someone commits to one. The pleasure is in the finish: a curb edged sharp in June, a driveway in February with nowhere left for snow to hide.