By late May the evenings in Montrose stretch out long and gold, and a yard cut that afternoon looks its finest right at the end of the day. Forget me not Colorado works in that window, mowing, trimming, edging and hauling off whatever winter left, on lawns people actually sit in. Small kindnesses to a property add up: the walk swept, the border tidy, the back corner not skipped because nobody would notice. Somebody always notices. In a town this size a well-kept yard is a way of saying you are glad to be here.