Lake Parsippany goes glassy in January, and the wind that crosses it doesn't stop at the shoreline — it finds every driveway on the roads that ring the water. All Seasons Maintenance meets it with plow and shovel and a spread of salt across the slick spot at the bottom of the hill, the one that catches everybody in a freeze-thaw week. Come June the mowers are back on the same properties, holding the grass even while the lake glitters through the trees at the end of the street. Cleanups in spring, cleanups in fall, mulch turned dark against the beds. One address, all twelve months, which is more or less the whole idea.