A Mistake

  Over thirty years ago my wife and i bought the land we live on. A modest piece of acreage we intended to build a house on, raise a family, and live out our lives on. It had some nice changes in elevation, lots of oak trees, a wet weather creek, and of course- way too many cedar ( mountain juniper) trees. They grow like weeds, choke out the other growth, and suck up the precious water. I went to work on them with a brush axe. And we noted where the breezes blew from, the angles the sun hit the earth at different seasons, how the creek flowed when it rained, and where our neighbors to be would most likely build their houses. So we planned our home and just where it would fit best. 
  We did a good job except in one thing- where the power company placed our electric transformer and pole. Since the power company wouldn't bring electricity until we had a well drilled, the well was first. Without really considering much except not interfering with any of the oaks the line would run near we placed it fairly close to the well. We intended to, and did, run it underground from there to the house. 
  We got the house built and have enjoyed our lives here, settling in very comfortably. Very comfortably. Its just that from my rocker, in its perfect position on our most favorite porch for sitting. For watching the rain, the light come up in the mornings, drinking coffee and talking between each other, deer and birds, and enjoying glorious sunsets  this is the view of those sunsets for half the year. A mistake.