The roofers also removed most of our eavestroughing which will be replaced by the siding guys. But not before several nights of torrential rain (I may be exaggerating slightly here) flowed directly off the new roof and into our basement windows. So hubby had to deploy buckets, barrels, whatever he could find to catch the water and then wake up every two hours to dump them. Note: I’m still in New Brunswick when this happens, feeling a bit guilty at this point, that he is doing battle with nature all on his own.
|Improvised eavestroughing on our deck.|
We really needed to replace our ancient aluminum siding. And our old falling-apart aluminum storm windows along with the old wooden interior ones.
Later Trevor moved outside and turned this…
… into this. Magic eh?
By Day 2 they had started work on the siding.
This is what the front of the house looked like once they started removing the old siding.
I guess renovations are like having plastic surgery; you have to look really bad before you can look better. Or maybe they’re like a day at the hairdresser… when you have to sit there with goop smeared all over your hair, and those little foil papers hanging in your eyes…and two hours later you leave looking gorgeous. Or at least your hair looks gorgeous… well… it does if you go to my hairdresser. She’s amazing. But as usual…I digress.
It’s Day 4 now. The workmen seem to be everywhere. Every time I sit down with a cup of tea I find myself staring out a window at someone on a ladder looking back.
I need a break. We need a break.
So while Trevor and Terry finish the ripping and removing of old siding and tack on insulation and measure and fit the trim and the new siding itself… Hubby and I escape. On our bikes.
We take the new trail near our home, built on the old railway bed.
It’s a beautiful day. We pedal past farms, over small streams and marshes, through hardwood bush…
|Manure spreading … the smell of spring to a country girl!|
And everywhere we look, we see that nature is undergoing some ch-ch-ch changes of her own.
Not just the new leaves on the trees. Or the grass in the pastures.
But flowers … flowers are everywhere.
Under the trees in the bush. On the sunny banks by the side of the trail. Poking up through standing water. Along the remains of an old cedar-rail fence.
Thick carpets of Dogtooth Violets.
Small clusters of what I thought were Mayflowers. But are actually something called Bloodroot.
Delicate white Trilliums.
And while not a flower… still, a sight that is dear to every Maritimer’s heart (and stomach), those harbingers of spring … Fiddleheads.
We have a wonderful two hours in the sunshine surrounded by birdsong.
And we arrive back home to find that things have progressed nicely.
Maybe they might be finished in two or three days? If we get good weather.
Meanwhile…the sky has clouded over. We’re supposed to get quite a lot of rain tonight and tomorrow.
And the eavestroughing is the last thing they will install.
I can hear hubby dragging out the buckets and barrels… I must go help.
Sigh. I guess that during the hockey game tonight, we’ll be …
ch-ch-ch changing the buckets!
Any ch-ch-ch changes out your way this spring?