My annual springtime date with the pressure washer... amazing how nasty the patio floor gets in just one year even though there is a roof covering most of it. My inner graffiti artist had to write this and my obsessive blogging self had to traipse through the house with soggy feet, speckled with grass and dirt to get the camera for a picture. Maybe I should have written "help me." Always a nest or two in the rafters. This one looks a bit shabby.