After a rain, Montrose smells like wet sage for about an hour, and it is the best hour of the week. Aguileras Multi Service is usually somewhere inside it, mowing a yard, running the trimmer down a fence line, clearing off whatever the season dropped. Saturday work on a residential street has its own pleasure: three houses in a row cut and edged and suddenly the entire block reads differently. The high-desert sun bleaches everything it touches, which makes a well-kept green lawn a small act of defiance. Yards in this town are worth that effort, and they get it.