Snow finds the ridges of Plymouth first. Up where the roads climb toward Fall Mountain, a storm that falls as rain down in the valley is already stacking white along the shoulders, and by four in the morning the grade of Route 6 is the day's first problem. Plymouth Landscaping works those hours, plowing out ahead of the alarm clocks so a driveway is opened and squared off while the sky is still the color of slate. There is a plain satisfaction in a lane cut clean to the pavement and a walk cleared to the door, in stepping outside at seven to find the way down the hill already made. That is the whole of it here: a Litchfield-foothill town, a night of weather, and a property you can leave from on time.