...well, when it dries.
Early this morning, hair sticking out every which way, barely dressed, Jack (gardener/handy guy) pulls in the drive. He's ready to help with staining the back deck. I nearly fall over from surprise, and lack of coffee. It's ear...rrrr....ly.
Before, all bare wood and clean:
(The sun was just coming over the rise behind me--that's the lighter strip in the bottom left of the photo above. Seriously, the dude came before sunrise!)
But at last, ta da, one deck done!
It took about four hours--one hour spent driving back to Lowe's for another can of stain--and though that seems like the project took awhile, there's another section of deck to the left that wraps around the house to the back door, plus two sets of stairs that aren't in the photos. And frankly, I wouldn't have cared if it took all day as long as it was finished. And it was!
There'll be celebrations down the pub tonight, dear readers. No matter the pub is the kitchen cupboard where I keep my favorite whiskey...