Back in 2010, I spent the better part of my summer vacation repainting our formerly dilapidated garage. It was a grueling project, which we named the Garage Mahal. (Click here for insane photographs.)
Now that the pitosporum tree is no longer obscuring the view of the neighbor's garage, we get to see what a neglected eyesore it is. I spent an hour and a half scraping paint off the siding boards. The paint seems to be held on primarily by habit and spiderwebs. It's dirty work, and I have to start a lot earlier in the day than I did today. By noon, the sun shines directly on this wall, and it is just too hot to do any work.
If you look closely at the photo, you can see Smog looking for adventure. He's got his nose under the cream-color metal glider. And he also appears as an ectoplasmic ghost, between the extension cord and one of the orange chairs.
This is not going to be a fun job, but I'll be so happy when this particularly squalid corner of our garden looks less disreputable. It's pretty trashy at the moment.