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.
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. View all posts by kietie