The French River still keeps its old course through Webster, running past granite sills and mill-race stonework that outlived the machines they once fed. Duke Scapes keeps the ground above that water in order, mowing and trimming through the warm months, edging and mulching the beds, pulling brush out of the corners nobody else reaches. Winter turns the work to plowing and shoveling, drives opened and walks treated while the town is still dark. Mill streets run narrow, so the craft is putting the snow exactly where it belongs on the first push. Then the thaw comes and the same yards are ready to be green again.