Preventive Incursion

About a half-dozen tree-trimming crews showed up here this morning.  Two of their trucks parked in front of my house.

In a thick Kentucky accent, the boss asked me for permission to go into the backyard, which I - of course - said yes to.  When they got there, they set right to work:

This fella was actually next-door, trimming tree at neighbors Suzanne & Pete's:

 These two, Bill & Jim, made casual conversation with big Kentucky drawls as they worked on trees above my backyard shed. . .

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So now, we are all ready for the next big storm.  Mission Accomplished.  Bring it on, Mother Nature.