Winter comes into Plainfield out of the southwest, and by the time it climbs to the ridge roads on the Sterling line it has usually turned into something worth taking seriously. B.H. Trailers and Plows CT works the hours between the last flake and the first alarm clock, pushing driveways back to pavement so the morning can happen normally. A storm here can begin as rain on the low ground and finish as six inches up on the hills, so the plan changes as the night does. The pride is in the shape of a finished job: banks pushed back square, corners cut clean, room enough to turn around without a three-point struggle. Around Plainfield and its neighboring towns the measure is simple — the ground is clear, and nobody had to think about it.