The guttering was clogged with many years of decomposing leaves; a little regular clean out goes a long, long way.
The guttering simply needed some loving restoration to restore the flow of rainwater. Beneath the leaves that had once been reds and golds, was a clear channel that needed to see the light of day.
The guttering was a sort of crisp and clean line around the roof, as if the house was a perfect picture upon a storybook page.
In the guttering flowed clear rivers of rainwater, hurrying onward toward the storm-drains and rivers.
The gutters kept the walls warm and dry, protecting the house that protected our family.
That tin roof was dozens of guttering valleys all lined up. It didn't rain often out here, but when it did, the heavens really opened.