Weather reaches Yale off Lake Huron, twenty-some miles east, and by the time it has crossed the farmland it means business. Ameriscapes takes both halves of that year: mowing, trimming and cleanups through the green months, plowing and salting when the county roads go white. Winter mornings start early, headlights swinging into a driveway that has to be open before anyone leaves for work. Summer runs quieter — a mower's steady pass, an edge trimmed close to the drive, clippings on the boots by noon. Two seasons, one town, and the same attention given to each.