Now that I have lowered the scaffolding around the porch (to continue working my way downwards), the upper parts that are all painted, golf-leafed, and inscripted are much more visible from the street. Neighbors are slowing down as they pass, and last Saturday while I was out there scraping away one stopped to holler up at me.
"It looks beautiful," she said. "I would never have the patience to do that!"
Been thinking about that comment ever since. It may encapsulate so much of the early 3rd millenium in Western Civilization.