Ceenoa

Well, in this case it wasn’t the sky I was reaching for, but the rusted iron blocking it out.  My job today was to help my sister re-roof the old pottery studio at her house.  The iron was rusted right through in places, and looked like aged brown lace, and covered with about 10 years worth of fallen leaves and twigs from the gum trees surrounding it.

It took several hours just to remove the 5 sheets of iron, since we didn’t actually have the proper tools (a single blade electric hacksaw would have made short work of those nails), only hammers and a pry-bar, determination and sheer stubborn woman power!  Who would have though brown lace rusted iron could put up such resistance.

Much whacking and thumping with hammers ensued several times whilst trying to break the bonds of long held affection between rusty iron and old hardwood.  In…