September on the St. Charles Mesa smells like roasting chiles and cut grass, and the light goes long and gold by five o'clock. All About Landscaping spends those weeks the way Pueblo yards need them spent — mowing, trimming, edging, carrying off the season's clippings and getting beds ready for a cold that tends to arrive without much warning. Out here the soil dries quickly and blows quicker, so every pass has a reason behind it. The reward comes at the end of a Friday, standing at the curb with the mower loaded, looking back at a lawn that finally looks like somebody is paying attention to it.