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Woods Hollow RCNC Here at Woods Hollow, we pride ourselves in provide the best care possible for all of our residents. Our residence here at Woods Hollow are a part of our family. We strive hard to provide each and every one of our residence with a beautiful and quality rich environment to enhance lifestyle at every level of independence. Recent events have surfaced that indicates the level of care that we provide is not up to par. Complaints regarding pressure sores on some of our residents…

After reading both Kelle Lasn’s and Richard Louv’s pieces on how humans have become distant from nature, I became very upset with myself. When I was younger I loved spending time outside. Whether I was playing sports with the neighborhood kids, helping my grandfather with his garden or talking walks in the park near my house, I realized that I do not spend nearly as much time outside as I used to. With technology constantly being invented and reinvented, video games, television shows and phones…

How To Remove Fiberglass Insulation From Your Attic When getting ready to replace your home’s old fiberglass insulation in the attic, you’ll need to take the necessary steps to remove the old material. This is essentially if you are adding spray foam insulation, which will need to get into every crevice of the attic to form a good seal. These tips will help you remove the old fiberglass insulation. Tools & Materials Before you can get started, you will need to gather the following items. • Large…

run but, the plants were grabbing at my ankles and I struggled to make it through. And when I finished I had to empty my crocs of all the beans that got in my shoe. I was at my friends sleepover and they live on a farm. We were going to go to the woods that were about 1 ½ acres away from her house. And the fastest way to get there was to run through the field of beans. I picked off all of the brown prickly burrs that stuck to my leg almost as they were stowaways on a pirate ship. “I'm so…

The Flowers Oh, how we long to return to the grand, few, short years of our childhood where nothing in this world mattered but skipping around, humming our favorite tunes, and playing with our most treasured toys. In the story, “The Flowers,” by Alice Walker, she gives to us a young girl, by the name of Myop, that vaguely wandered onto abandoned grounds within her backyard. Myop was, before, a little ray of sunshine with the world in her hands and not a care in it, but her new adventure gave…

the beasts rise to feast on all living souls.The moon was lowering over the mountain he quickly got his wood and bolted to his small house on the mountain side. Then, a creeper started bolting at him he ran to his house but the creeper followed.Then BOOM his house was gone, lit in flames he backed away slowly then he watched as a zombie pigman hit him.When he woke up he was laying in the woods all alone he got up and stretched he then remembered…

was the sun reflecting off the huge blade, in the small clearing ahead, that first caught my attention. The forest path meandered along side the creek and had gradually widened until it framed an incredibly wrinkled old man. He had a large chunk of wood standing as high and wide as himself in front of him, coming to life with every knife slash. The fluidity of his movements bespoke decades of practice and made me stop in wonder. Although the carving was one he'd barely started, already the…

Dogwoods brilliantly dot the wondrous landscape of rural Alabama and Georgia. Home. The very tops of the hardwood trees are invisible in the winter time. I fly so close that I feel that I might brushed up against a few. Their gray tips just blend in with the surroundings. A lone tree limb hangs over the edge viewing the wild beneath its shadow. My prop wash certainly makes them sway as if a strong wind had pushed itself through the Venturi effect of the winding tree line. God’s protection…

I stand and gaze at the magnificent American Oak towering tall and proud over me. It's hard to imagine that only two-hundred years ago, it was just a seed planted in the minds of men living in thirteen colonies. This seed was planted by men like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson. When this small American Oak seed finally broke through the surface it was stained crimson with the blood of thousands who sacrificed their lives for the tiny seed. It was not hard for those men who died, and those…

Building a strong foundation for a house begins with healthy, first class soil. My granny Ana was the healthiest, most exceptional brand of soil, in which the foundations of my family lay. The poem ‘A Song of Living’ reminds me of granny Ana. The way Amelia Burr explains how a life well live diffuses the fear or “sorrow” of death gives peace to my soul. I discovered this poem exactly a year ago when my grandma passed away. The decadent smell of pancakes will wake us up on Sunday mornings and…