There’s a biblical story that tells about Joshua and the walled city of Jericho. He was instructed to march around Jericho’s walls once a day, for six days, and seven times on the seventh day. As they marched, the priests blow trumpets.

On the last day the walls came tumbling down.

I’m not sure what caused the walls to crumbled. Was it the vibrations from all the trumpets or the wind caused by all those guys blowing out fetid air through their mouths (come on, no one back then cleaned their teeth)? Or was it a miracle?

I guess we’ll never know but I do know one thing–it was the wind that took down my walls.

Wind gusts of over 50 mph and my walls came tumbling down. No trumpets; no heavily robed priests.

Just wind.

Unlike the fable of Joshua, no Israelites invaded my yard and no curse was placed on my home.

My trusted carpenter, Choppy, came over the next day and rebuilt my walls. Ensuring my yard’s safety from invading armies.

Blessed be :}

Il mio amato immortale.