About Me

After a storm, the old oak across the street came down across the driveway just before midnight. You stand there in rain gear, chainsaw in hand, flashlight beam cutting through the dark, realizing this chore isn't waiting for sunrise. The neighbors' lights are off, but you can hear their generator humming. It's just you, the fallen branches, and the quiet urgency of clearing a path before morning errands begin. When a Fallen Tree Can't Wait Until Morning