When a squall comes across the open ground west of Coldwater, the snow does not so much fall as travel — sideways, low, filling every drive and lane it crosses inside an hour. Kondoff plowing works those nights: pushing drives clear, opening walks, coming back when the wind rebuilds the same drift across the same spot for the third time. The pride in it is a sound, really — a car leaving on time in the morning. In the green half of the year that same attention goes to mowing and trimming, borders kept tight, yards held to a schedule. Winter here asks a great deal, and this is how the asking gets answered.