The past-their-prime leaves overhead stayed put long enough for me to squeeze in the much-needed priming of the deck before the weather turns unrelentingly "too cold for paint." This little gem-of-a-maple stood its ground when the broom came for it.
Prime of life: moments to freshen with paint, moments to stand my ground.
3 comments:
YAY! You're painting the deck!
You are such the perfect photog!
Carol, you are so sweet!
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