Snow over Indian Lake at two in the morning is a strange kind of quiet — no wind off the water, just the streetlamps and the sound of a blade working two blocks over. lblanscaping.services takes that shift, clearing driveways on the north side while the storm is still coming down, shoveling steps and doorways, cutting a walkway from the porch out to the mailbox. Salt follows the blade, because Worcester's freeze and thaw turns today's slush into tomorrow's skating rink. The older drives up here are narrow and take patience and a good deal of backing up, and they get both. By the time the lake goes pale with first light, the block is dug out and nobody had to think about it.