February is Lowell's most honest month — river ice breaking up brown along the Grand, snowbanks going grey at the curb, and another system already on the radar. Thornapple Inc. plows straight through it, clearing drives and lots, cutting walks open, salting the slick strips that catch people between the door and the car. By May those same properties want mowing, and the work turns quiet and green: straight passes, trimmed edges, turf ending sharp at the walk. Set between orchard country and the river, this village asks for both kinds of attention. It gets them all twelve months.