Old Orland keeps its nineteenth-century frame houses along Beacon Avenue, deep-porched and shaded, with yards laid out long before anyone thought about mower widths. Camphouse Country Landscaping tends that kind of ground and the newer ground too — mowing through the green months, cutting the borders, hauling off the October fall when the maples let go all at once. Then the calendar turns and the same walks need shoveling, the same drives need plowing and salt. Snow softens those old streets into something out of a lithograph, and it is a fine thing to be the one who opens the path up to the porch steps. A town looks after itself in small acts like that.