The New Roof

Good Lord, who'd-a-thunk-it. A month to put on a new roof, especially one that didn't require us to take off the old one. But weather intervened. We started in early June with this:
Looks good, I think. But we did need a new roof and it seemed like a metal roof was the way to go. No more Stan up there shoveling off the snow; it slides off! No more Stan up there sweeping off the multitudinous droppings from the trees: chenilles from the oaks, propellers and then stems from the maples. They slide off! What could be better? So we started.

And then the weather changed. So last week (of June) we finished. Intervening weeks were trashed day after day by rain. We're finished now and here's how we look:
Huge difference, no? But it means far fewer trips for Stan up those ladder rungs. And NO maintenance. We do have to build shelters for all our plantings because snow really does slide off. But I think it looks good. Don't you?