Fog comes up Chauncey Creek most summer mornings and leaves the grass at Kittery Point wet until ten, so the mowing day starts late and ends in salt air. Garrett's Snowmowers cuts those seaside lawns, works around ledge and lilac, and keeps a clean boundary where turf gives way to rock and rugosa. Then the year swings over, the decks come off, the plows go on, and the same driveways get opened before daylight while the harbor steams. Two seasons, one set of hands, and a town small enough that every turnaround is known by heart. The name is a joke; the work is not.