On the streets above Black Rock Harbor the dooryards run small and stubbornly green — a strip of lawn between brick and sidewalk, a low stone wall holding back a bank of worked soil, a driveway pitched down to the road. JS Landscaping keeps those yards in trim, and when the wind comes up off the Sound and lays wet, salt-heavy snow across Bridgeport, the plow is out ahead of the light, cutting drives and walks back down to bare pavement. There is a plain pleasure in that: the clean line at the edge of a bed, the windrow standing square at the curb, a path a mail carrier can walk without thinking about it. Gulls over Seaside Park, the Pequonnock sliding down to the water, weather that turns on an afternoon — this is mowing, planting, grading and plowing done at the pace a coastal mill town actually keeps, so a block holds its footing whatever the sky decides.