Our project has started in earnest, with roofers here every day, all day. On Monday, they covered the organ pipes (so no more organ for awhile, sigh…) and brought in some big machines that probably have fancy names, but in our household we call them “bull-doe-does” in honor of what my son, Ori, called them as a toddler. Our beloved old Guilford slate is falling off with very little coaxing. I said a prayer in Morning Prayer today, giving thanks for the slate and the wood, gifts of the earth, that have sheltered us and our ancestors for almost 170 years. I am including a couple videos below, so you can hear from the project foreman and hear the sound of the slate sliding off the roof.
