Clifton Springs sits among low glacial drumlins, the long green whalebacks of earth that catch the first light coming east across the farm fields. Buzz Brothers works the yards and drives laid out among them — mowing, trimming, edging, and the seasonal cleanups that make a lawn look finished rather than merely cut. Come winter the same ground goes hard and white, and the work shifts to plowing driveways and opening walks before the village is awake. There is a particular satisfaction in a drive cleared end to end while the streetlights are still on, and in a border drawn as cleanly as a pencil line. Grass or snow, the promise is the same: your place ready, without you having to think about it.