Up on the roof
To my surprise, the lads from the house store did arrive this morning. Early. Seems that our “snow blow” from last evening was local; down by the bridge, they believed that summer might be soon. To give you an idea, when I drove my lad to his job (again, early), the lane into the plant had the consistency of mashed potatoes. This mud season thing doesn’t end because of a little snow. It just gets the moisture necessary to slicken up. No, I didn’t turn in.
Anyhow, the lads were up on the roof and put everything right up there (I think). Next, down to see if a little more Blueskin and flashing might rectify the “water at the window” meme. Took their time, and came inside to watch my video. Again, we’ll see. The application of the fake stone only went as far as their stock of material. Shortfall, to be finished when the next shipment comes in. From my point of view, that’s probably an advantage. If we get some rain, I can test their efforts properly, and they’ll be back…
And on to the rest of the day. Uneventful, other than the arrival by mail of some garlic cloves and a funny little board and diddle stick (all the better to seed things in an orderly way). Remember, we don’t have the beds done, yet, but the clock is ticking. As soon as the winter ends, we (make that I) will have to have everything in place. No pressure, really.
After all, plants grow on cement roads. Why should gardening be any more difficult?
