Pressure washer makes things CLEAN

The Captain got a pressure washer for Christmas last year. He finally popped it open and put it together, because I asked him if he could wash the green sludge off the side of the cottage.

I don't even know what that is. What is that green stuff? Moss? Algae? Ick.

So he washed.

And he washed and he washed and he washed.

And it really did a GOOD job. So good that the deck next to it looked grubby and green, too. So he washed that as well. A lot of the paint flaked off, but it was already flakey, so I'm not terribly crushed. I'll need to add "paint deck" to my list of things for next summer.

Then, we got to looking at the narsty old muskoka chairs that have been sitting out on the lawn since we bought the place. I certainly wasn't going to sit in them - they were filthy, mossy, and suspiciously rotten looking.

Away he went again with the sprayer, and dang it if they don't look a lot better! They're still punky in spots, and the grain of the wood didn't enjoy being pressure washed so they need a bit of sanding, but I think with a small amount of elbow grease and some paint, we might be able to get them to a useable state.

Then he quit on me, and said "if you want the other chair done, you'll have to do it yourself." Quitter. Of course you always see something else that could use some washing when you're roaming around with a pressure washer in your hand.

As the captain put it, "When you've got a hammer in your hand, everything looks like a nail."

(isn't that a cute little spot right there, with the hammock and the gardens and the grass and the water? ♥)