Phil's Landscape

About Phil's Landscape

Four-thirty in the morning on Brambleton Avenue. Headlights, an engine warming, coffee already going cold in the cup holder. Phil's Landscape starts at that hour because a driveway has to be open before anyone needs it, not after. The blade takes the drive, a shovel handles the porch and the narrow run beside it, and salt goes where the wind stacks a drift against the step. By breakfast the street is moving again and nobody has to give it a thought, which is exactly how a winter morning in Cave Spring ought to feel.