Step Up

The madness of porch upgrades continue. Call it porchography and I won't stop until every piece of our porch has been replaced. In a yearly ritual, on the first weekend in September I stride into the bright early morning light (or alternatively, mid-morning light), and while military aircraft maneuver overhead I rip some wood from our porch and then affix some new wood. Since we moved here I think I've spent every Labour Day Weekend labouring. And labour I did! Behold the fruits of mine labour;