Saturday morning in Cimarron Hills sounds like sprinklers, a distant aircraft out of the base to the south, and one mower working its way around a cul-de-sac. Elijah Aguilar Lawn is often that mower — one truck, one route, moving block to block through streets that all bend gently back on themselves. The work is mowing, trimming and edging, plus the yard cleanups that come with a long dry season and a short wet one. Working alone means every lawn carries the same hand, the same lines, the same attention at the corners. By afternoon the street looks tidy end to end, and that is a fine thing to drive away from.