Pressure Washed

We got the house pressure washed a couple weeks ago, and on Sunday Rob went around and touched up the spots where the paint had chipped off during the process. The house looks so squeaky clean and perfect now. It’s snow white instead of mossy green. Whenever I’m driving home from work, I get so excited to see it, that sweet, familiar shape shining softly in the semi-darkness, surrounded by spent wildflowers and the bare trees.