Snow comes into Westtown quietly, filling the pasture fence lines along Rutgers Creek by the hour while the hamlet sleeps. Gurda Landscaping works those nights — plowing drives, clearing walks, spreading salt so the first car of the morning has somewhere to go. When the melt runs off toward the Wallkill and the ground finally dries, the work turns green again: mowing, trimming, and the weekly rhythm that keeps a yard looking kept from the first cut through the last of the leaves. It is a two-season town out here between the farms, and the trucks are loaded for both. Nothing about the job is loud; you simply notice that the driveway is open and the lawn is even.