Questa keeps a short, bright growing season, and everybody up here knows the dates by heart. Snow sits late on the Sangre de Cristos, the nights stay cold into June, and then the grass comes on all at once. Chapman's services runs with it — weekly mowing through the high summer, trimming tight along fence and stone, a spring cleanup that clears whatever winter dropped and a fall one that gets the yard ready to be buried again. At this altitude a green lawn is an argument won against sagebrush and thin air, and it is worth winning. From the yard, the mountains do the rest.