Wellington wakes early, and the grain elevator throws a long shadow across Cleveland Avenue before most porch lights go off. A Handyman Service, LLC works those hours in winter, when the whole job is a plow blade, a shovel, and a driveway that has to be open by the time the truck warms up. Snow here can arrive sideways off the flats east of town, quit by nine, and leave a foot banked behind the garage. The satisfaction is in the second pass — the one that squares the corners and gives back the whole apron of concrete instead of a set of tire ruts. Walks get cleared down to the surface, and the ice gets broken loose where the sun won't reach until noon. It is a handyman's kind of work: show up, sort it out, leave the place usable.