Angustura takes its name from the narrows, the place where the Rio Grande draws its shoulders in and slips past the bosque with the Sandias standing watch to the east. Mornings here start cool and sandy, cottonwood leaves ticking overhead, the light coming up long and yellow across the valley floor. That is the hour for mowing — one clean pass after another until a yard reads as a single green sheet with a crisp edge along every walk and drive. Lawn care in this stretch of the valley is a patient trade: high desert grass wants attention, and it repays every honest cut. The reward is worth the early start — a tidy yard, the clippings gone, the whole place looking cared for before the day turns hot.