Late summer evenings, the Chuska Mountains go blue-black in the east and the smell of rain reaches town well before the rain does. That is a good hour to finish a lawn: cool, still, everything smelling of wet sage. Many Farms Senior Citizens handles the mowing and trimming through the season, holding the grass at an even height and keeping the path to the door swept clear. Sagebrush country makes its own case for order — one green square, cut neat, with all that open ground around it. It is simple work, and it makes a place feel welcoming.