A barber knows the whole thing is edges — the part, the neckline, the fade. The lawn Barber carries that eye across Pagosa Springs, cutting and trimming yards through the green season and pushing snow off drives and walks through the long white one. Along the Highway 160 corridor the properties run from tight in-town lots to open parcels with room to swing a truck, and each one wants a different pass. There is a particular pleasure in the final stripe of a mow, and in its winter cousin — the last pull of the blade that squares the drive to the garage door. Cut it, clear it, leave it looking deliberate.