Buckeye's year arrives in two colors. From November on it is snow blown flat across open ground and packed hard in the drives, and the work is plowing, shoveling walks and salting where it counts. From April on it is grass that will not quit, and the work is mowing, trimming, edging and hauling off whatever the season sheds. All The Wehe's Of Service covers the whole circle, one half of the year into the other, around Buckeye and the country beside it. None of it is glamorous, and all of it matters on the morning it is needed.