sounds of spring
On Sunday I climbed into the hayloft for the first time this year. I spent most of the day setting up for the coming “building season”, sweeping out a winter’s worth of pigeon mess and making lists.
And just because I wouldn’t feel like it truly was spring until I’d heard the buzz of an orbital sander I put in a couple of hours sanding primer. I was in such a good mood to be back at work that I caught myself trying to whistle through the respirator.
