Mulch Masters Landscaping

About Mulch Masters Landscaping

When a storm finally quits over Franklin, usually somewhere near three in the morning, the old rail bed of the SNETT runs off toward Bellingham as one long unbroken white line. Nobody plows that. Mulch Masters Landscaping is busy with everything else — driveways cut open end to end, aprons pushed back past the ridge the town plow leaves, walkways and steps shoveled and treated before the sun can put a crust on them. The satisfying part is the last pass, when the pavement comes up dark and the banks stand square. People wake to a house that looks like the storm went around it.