Effingham is where I-57 and I-70 cross, and the tall white cross stands over that interchange in view for miles across open country. Maxedon Landscaping works the ground under all that sky, mowing, trimming, edging and running cleanups while things are growing, then plowing, shoveling and salting when a January wind lifts snow off the stubble and rebuilds a drift across a driveway an hour after it was opened, which is simply how winter negotiates out here. Traffic at a crossroads never really stops, and neither does the need for a lot that is passable at six in the morning. Summer asks for rhythm; winter asks for speed. Both come down to being there when the weather says so.