The council's shivery gum seedling stands watch over the hole. During summer, council workers have driven around at least once a week to water these baby trees up and down the road. If the water workmen kill it, I won't be very impressed.
In the early afternoon, when the workmen knock off, they place tall orange poles and cones around the mounds of dirt, the abandoned machinery and the holes, and unfurl this safety ribbon. These tiny, fluttering strips snap and cry in the wind at night.