Anchor Landscaping

About Anchor Landscaping

There is an hour in January when the streets are nothing but lamplight and steam, and Anchor Landscaping is already working beneath it, opening the ramps and lots in Westminster before the first car rolls out. Snow can arrive wet, heavy and short-tempered, the kind that packs down to glass on a brick apron by sunrise, so the work is timed to beat it rather than chase it. Blade down the length of the drive, salt where the buildings hold shade all day, then a shovel finish at the steps, because a plow cannot read a doorway. By breakfast the pavement is dark again and the day goes on as though nothing had happened. That, quietly, is the entire point.