It’s a sad day in our neighborhood. Our natural wood shingles are being ripped off and replaced this week with asphalt shingles that will last more than 50 years. Farewell to the old, hello to the manmade fake shingles that will outlast us and not burn if a sparkler lands on them.
Saying good bye to my wooden rocking chairs and our wooden roof all in the same few weeks is really getting to me. I feel like we’re being replaced with the next generation of products. I’m not ready to be replaced.
Here’s a last look at the original roofs on our home, the gazebo, the Farm House and the pool house:
The destruction begins:
We did not anticipate the damage the falling shingles would do to our flower beds and plants. We had to scurry to cover and protect as many as we could. It was all so hard to watch.
The workers were here all week and worked long hard hours. It was HOT. They rested a bit mid-day, but were back on the roofs until dark, sometimes after 9:00 p.m.
Here’s a look at the new roof from the back yard. I’ll get used to it. Maybe in time I won’t even think about it anymore. Maybe like when I’m gone to the next place.
