After a night storm the open country toward Columbiaville is a blank sheet, unmarked clear to the fencelines, and the plow draws the first lines across it. Nature is Art Lawncare treats winter that way, with clean cuts, square corners and snow stacked where it belongs instead of wherever it happened to land. In the growing months the same eye goes to mowing, trimming and edging, laying passes that leave a pattern behind on the grass. A drive looks right when somebody decided in advance how it ought to look. January or June, the intention is the same one.