Four in the morning in Greenville, and Lafayette Street is still a row of dark brick storefronts under falling snow. That is the hour this outfit likes best — headlights on, blade down, pushing the night's accumulation into tidy corner piles so the first cars of the day find clean pavement and salted walks. Come April the trucks trade steel for mower decks, and the week turns to regular cuts, trimmed fence lines and edges laid crisp along the curb. Cleanups in spring and fall clear whatever the wind leaves on the lawns between the Flat River and the fairgrounds. It is plain work, done in order, and the result is a town that looks looked-after.