When all you have is a hammer...

Folks across the street and down one are getting the barn/carriage house re-roofed.  Pound pound pound.  October/November is getting a little late for such things, but a couple of other houses on our block are/were undergoing the same thing.  Last-minute desperation?  "We can't make it through another winter like this!"

More troubling is the place further up toward Garland Street, where a complex painting job is still under way.  This is a "shingle style" monster with ornate eave trim and turned knobbies up under the gables and such, and they have finished about 2/3 of the multi-hued color scheme.  I wince every time I see them working, because I have seen entire paint jobs washed off in a driving rain.  We had some showers overnight...

Thing is, they could have started in May rather than September.  Stripped off the old junky mildew-stained asbestos shingles covering that fancy cedar-work last year, repaired the trim, etc.

Timing is everything.

Paying attention

Sometimes those goldfinches at the thistle feeder turn out to be pine siskins.