Immediately behind our house power lines cut through the trees, just above the concrete culvert. While this is occasionally unsettling (hello random people walking down the concrete wash), it's something I'm generally fond of. A secret landmark showing the way home. The hubby has been wondering for while when/how they would come to maintain it and tonight we found out. Once a year. In the summer. With a big white truck. One guy on the ground and one hoisted high in a bucket.
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