After a monsoon night, Meadow Lake smells like wet earth and creosote, and every blade of grass has taken the rain personally. Urban Landscaping Albuquerque shows up into that green burst, mowing while the ground is firm, running the string trimmer down fence lines the water made ambitious, hauling the clippings off before they mat down in the heat. West of here the Rio Grande bosque draws its long ribbon of cottonwoods, and a mesa yard can borrow a little of that shade-and-water feeling when it is kept even and cut. July asks a great deal of a lawn in this valley. The answer is simple enough: arrive on schedule and take the time the cut deserves.