After reading the Palm Sunday scriptures today, I took a beautiful walk on the south end of Bainbridge Island. Gregg & I usually walk there together at least once a week, but he won't be home until after dinner time, so I went on my own today. The blue sky, huge billowy clouds, scent of woodsmoke and the sight of spring flowers lifted my heart.
Lots of people were out with their dogs and/or their children. A sweet little girl complimented my sweatshirt.
A funny thing occurred on my walk, as I was passing a house which has fabulous raised garden beds. I love the property. As I was walking by, I heard a rooster crowing - but it sounded like a dog barking. I stopped to listen again: dog? Rooster? Dog? I decided it was a rooster. I wish I'd had a way to record it. Do you suppose that a rooster - who has no access to other roosters, and is surrounded by dogs - could get his voice confused? That's what it sounded like. It was hilarious.
We've had people working here this week, making new drainage in our yard, clearing debris and taking 11 years' of moss growth from our roof (and "whatever" from our gutters).
Our house is tall, with a steeply-pitched roof, and it is a big job, requiring a safety harness. That's why it's taken us so long to get around to having it done.
While they were cleaning the roof, they found a hole in it- a puncture; I suspect it was made by a large branch that shook the house when it fell on the roof last year.
That's why those falling branches are called "widow-makers" around here.
Good to know about the hole, before some little critter decides to take up residence with us! That will need to be repaired soon. In our "next house," I think we should consider a metal roof.
And in case you are thinking of having your roof cleaned, you might want to plan to clean your windows afterward. Just sayin'.
Latte has been unfazed by the activity, and has set out to make friends with the crew. Liger is terrified of the noise their compressor makes as they clean the roof. He has been hiding behind the washing machine and under the dining table.
Gregg is on his way home from a business trip to Spain. He's been away for 9 days, and I can't wait to see him!