Every arroyo on this mesa runs crooked and every property line runs straight; the work is holding the second against the first. In Rio Rancho Estates that means a mow at one consistent height, a trimmed line where turf meets gravel that does not wander, and beds weeded down to bare, raked ground. Midday sun up here shows everything — a missed strip, a scalped corner, a curb edged in a hurry — so the pass gets made again until the shadow lines are the only lines out of square. Shrubs come back with their shape kept, not taken. Nothing stays behind but a swept driveway and a lawn that lies level from wall to wall.