Red Shovel Landscape

About Red Shovel Landscape

March comes up the West Side with wind in it, and by evening every yard on the mesa has collected something that used to belong to somebody else. Red Shovel Landscape mows and edges the green centers of those rock-and-gravel lots, string-trims the borders where turf meets stone, and clears out whatever the season blows in. A lawn on the mesa is a small deliberate island, so its lines matter more here than they would somewhere wetter. Cut even, edged sharp, swept off, it holds its own against gravel and sun. By the time the wind quits in June, the yards look like somebody meant them.