In June the cottonwoods along the Uncompahgre River let go all at once and the whole town drifts white in the middle of summer, Montrose's own private snowfall. A Son & His Dad Landscaping works right through it, mowing, trimming and clearing yards while the fluff catches in the grass. High-desert turf asks for attention on a schedule the calendar doesn't set, and you learn to read it. The reward is small and repeatable: a lawn cut even, borders sharp, clippings gone, nothing left behind but the smell of it. That is the whole ambition, one yard at a time, right up to the first hard freeze.