Tap-a-tap-a-tap-a

I must admit that, as though the winter-borne darkness were not depressing enough, having our southern-facing shutters closed for so many days in a row does not help. Add to this the intriguing noises from beyond, outside, just out of view, on the other side of our walls.

Tap-a-tap-a-tap-a. Scrape. Whirrrrrrr. Tap-a-tap-a-tap-a.

But all that darkness, all the curiosity, becomes so worth it whenever we wander outside and take a peek at what's going on.

Already, our house looks so so much better.

Gone is all the cold grey, and hot pink, render. Revealed is the warm yellow limestone. Chipped-away are the gaps between the stones. Exposed is the clever structural way they added the old house onto the new, interleaving the big stones atop one another. And it looks beautiful, like a single house, like something sturdy and solid. Like something that isn't pink.

I know, I know... gotta paint those columns. Don't worry. It's on our list.

Soon they come with the sandblasters. Then they redo all the grout. I can't wait.