At seven and a half thousand feet the light comes in hard and clean, and a lawn in Alamosa earns every inch of green it gets. Zamora Landscaping mows, edges and trims through the valley's brief, generous growing season, working yards between the ditch lines and the cottonwood shade that follows the Rio Grande through town. Afternoons here can turn fast — a monsoon cell stacking up over the San Juans, twenty minutes of rain, then that scrubbed blue again — so the day bends around the weather and picks back up once the grass dries. What lasts is the shape of the work: a crisp border along the walk, mower lines running true to the fence, clippings swept off the concrete before the truck pulls away. In a wide dry valley, a well-kept yard reads like a small green promise, and that is the whole point of the morning.