Slowly the wind gains momentum as it climbs the hill.  Anticipating the hit, the trees tremble knowing a shakedown is imminent.  Then it hits!  Tops sway, sweeping the sky overhead. Golden leaves quake, a courageous few hold fast, the rest give up the ghost and fall.  Below, they join the ranks of thousands upon thousands of leaves that litter the ground.  Under their cover, a congregation of flora sleep.


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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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