January in Marion is a low, bright, bitter month — the causeway out toward Planting Island glazed with spray, the marsh grass gone stiff, the harbor edged in ice that creaks with the tide. The Yard DR works the storms and the mornings after them, plowing drives, cutting paths to doors and mailboxes, and putting salt where shade keeps a walkway treacherous all week. Wind off Buzzards Bay refills a cleared driveway with drift long after the sky has gone clear, so the job isn't over when the snow stops. Coastal ice is the real opponent here, and it gets handled before it can harden into something dangerous. None of it is glamorous; it simply means people can get out in the morning, and get home at night.