Good Morning, And A Fine Morning It Is!

Pink Lady’s Slippers

A dim glow awakens the morning sky, a far off woodpeckers rat tat tatting echoes off the hillside. Bare tree branches come alive with splashes of yellow, red and blue working their way toward the bird feeder. A pair of ducks fly overhead, circle, then land in the swamp below the hill.

All the cares and want of human life is minimized, our presence an intrusion on the natural ebb tide of life.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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