Crabapple boughs

Gone wild, apple trees of all shapes and sizes grew on the hillside behind the old homestead.  Bypassing the larger more edible apples, I walked the hillside gathering an assortment of crabapple boughs for fall ornamentation.

Tied with raffia, the crabbies were hung from an old rickety stepladder that I had repurposed to be a trellis

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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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