A Landscaping King

About A Landscaping King

Snow reaches Bowie on a wet wind out of the Chesapeake, and it rarely announces itself politely — one hour it is rain on the tulip poplars, the next it is three inches deepening on Belair Drive. A Landscaping King works both ends of that weather. In the green months the crew lays down straight passes and clean edges along the oak-shaded streets, the kind of cut that makes a whole block look cared for. When winter finally commits, the plows go out early, so a driveway is bare pavement before the first commuter headlights swing toward Route 50. Grass in July, snow in January — the pride is the same: a property that looks finished, whatever the sky decided overnight.