Hello Sunshine

 

We have a great sun room.  Sometimes I call it a solarium when I want to feel fancy and all.

 

Recently, it hasn’t been looking like a sun room or a solarium.  A dingy prison comes to mind.

 

As they say in blogland, it was one hot mess.  The pollen and the petals from a nearby sweet magnolia tree had left their marks.  The sun could barely sneak in.  I needed the lights even during the day.

 

 

The ceiling is all glass, and I’m smart enough to know that glass is slippery when it is wet. I didn’t want to climb up there and risk my you know what.   So, I called in the pros.

 

I knew they could do a better job of falling cleaning than I could.

 

They came with their buckets and ladders and tools and within half an hour, the sun was coming through loud and clear.

 

I can’t believe my glass ceiling was this dirty.

 

Mr. Man had to stand on a wall to get to this section.

 

Ahhhh, so much better.  The sun room solarium is lookin’ fancy, and I’m feeling fancy again, too.

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Take care.