Two in the morning, and the cul-de-sacs off Applegarth Road are silent except for the scrape of a blade and the tick of snow on a windshield. Joseph's Landscaping runs those hours, plowing driveways, clearing walks down to the pavement, and spreading salt wherever the storm has left a glaze. Monroe's residential streets curve and dead-end, and every one of them has its own trick — the corner that drifts, the slope that ices, the mailbox you learn not to bury. Getting it right means a neighbor opens the door at daybreak to a driveway that is simply open. Nobody sees the work; everybody sees the result.