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. . .