Midsummer in the valley, the clouds pile up over the ridgelines around two o'clock and let go for twenty loud minutes, and then it is over and the whole Roaring Fork runs rinsed and shining. Crews wait it out, then go back to the mowing with the grass heavy and the air smelling of wet sage — some of the best work of the day happens in that hour. This is lawn care up and down the valley floor, from town out toward Woody Creek: cutting, edging, trimming out the awkward corners, and hauling the season's debris away in spring and again in fall. A river valley grows things fast when it is watered and warm, and the job is to keep all that green under a firm, tidy hand. The result worth driving back past is a yard that looks composed — level cut, clean line where lawn meets gravel, nothing left behind.