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so much depends
upon

a solitary entry
door

glazed with coral
paint

beside the tangy
porch.*

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It turns out, that photographing the front door is going to be next to impossible with the screen door still in place. As doors often make it onto the “to do” list around these parts, but seldom make it off that list, it could take awhile to actually see the front entry door due to the screen. Unfortunately, it’s not a simple as taking the screen off (despite the spate of dreams I’ve had to the contrary!) as the former owner was, uh, creative in his approach to installation. Like so much in our home, the screen door makes me a little nutty just looking at it. Because, I know what that man did to put it in, and it isn’t pretty. Taking it out will do serious damage to the house and will require restoration work on our part. No easy fix.

So, in the mean time, what to do about my tangy porch? IZ has decided he likes the color. I’m not enchanted, because as one of the comments suggested, the color is too warm for these cools and neutrals in play on the house. However, we’re not going to repaint it just yet. The steps are already beginning to flake (welcome to the rain storm yesterday!) and it seems to me that this porch painting business is going to be an annual event. That leaves me a year to find the color I was shooting for and clearly missed. Who doesn’t need a quest of some kind?

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But, waiting a year to paint the porch and waiting who knows how long to remove the screen equals a lot of waiting! That will never do! Instead, I’ve painted our big star the color of the entry door. The Coral Star is loquacious; she and the Porch door have hit it off splendidly and are chatting like old friends. Their chatter will have to suffice for now.

As quickly as it began it is over. We are painted, at least on the exterior. I can’t recommend Jeff Hale and his crew more highly! We are now looking at our next project. Whatever shall we do? IZ is desperately attempting to get our floors redone in the kitchen and bathrooms. However, contractors are proving to be impossible to raise. (I’m beginning to suspect they all might have been raptured!) So, I keep whispering in his ear while he sleeps: Honey, the yard! Let’s do the yard.

*with great apologies to William Carlos Williams.