Autumn has always been my favorite season—moving to Vermont has only bolstered my conviction that this is the absolute best time of year. The explosion of color in our front yard right now is so awe-inspiring, it's almost enough to move me to tears. I can scarcely believe that we get to call this place home. Photos really don't do the hues justice.
Today, I feel like the luckiest man alive, and it's time to finish the cold roof!
The work that remains is a job for two—I've already affixed furring strips vertically across the roof, and now Tara and I need to re-sheath the entire thing with 3/4" plywood. A few years ago, this task would have been unthinkable to Tara (she's not a fan of heights). [Tara's Note: It's not that heights are a problem—it's that I'm afraid of falling or jumping off of haphazard, uneven, steep surfaces from said heights.] Climbing around on a roof with a 45° pitch is no joke, but Tara is managing like a champ. I'm so proud of her!
It takes most of the afternoon and part of the evening (the evenings come so soon these days!) but we manage to finish the entire thing in a single effort—my favorite kind of project!
Best team ever.