March in the foothills brings the heavy snow — the wet, soundless kind that comes over Morrison overnight, bends every green thing double and closes the roads by inches. Quality Tree Care turns out for it, plowing driveways, clearing walks and side paths, spreading ice melt where the shade will keep a slick spot alive all week. By dawn that snow has the density of poured concrete, and moving it is straightforward, honest labor. Once the Colorado sun gets going, the pavement runs dark and dries, and the drifts belong to somebody else. Then it is sixty degrees by Thursday and the whole thing is forgotten, which is exactly how it should go.