… the differences between Ye Olde Wreck, then and now.
The ground that sloped downward into the house, burying the foundation in forever-damp soil. The rot in that misbegotten extension. The shredded corner where some fool tore the exterior wall to its studs and attempted to prop up the failing structure with a single 4×4 post The soggy fiberboard. The plastic sheeting covering holes in the walls. The general dank, cobwebby, moldy, crumbing mess of it all.
And now the solid, leveled foundation of new treated 6 x6s. The ground graded flat. The hill held back by an attractive retaining wall. The new (and salvaged) siding. The glorious absence of decay. The delight of sitting in the new screen porch (as yet unscreened) as the summer sun filters through the trees.
Huge changes. Nearly a real house now. Still months to go on the finishing details, just on this back wing alone. Maybe years. But it’s strong and sturdy and beginning to develop a personality. No more scary wicked witch’s house, but a cozy cottage-to-be.
But no, the pictures don’t do the contrast justice at all.