Early morning in Carnuel the canyon still holds its shade, and you can hear water running in yards up and down the hill before the sun tops the ridge. Grass at this elevation is a deliberate thing — it lives on what a household gives it, so cutting it right matters more here than down in the valley. Mowing high and even, trimming close along walks and rock borders, and clearing the yard so nothing smothers the crown is the whole approach. By mid-morning the light comes sideways through the junipers and a finished lawn glows against all that gray-green. Work like this shows where green is not something the ground hands over for free.