Just a harmless little midsummer prank, called "Frustrate the Sleazy Googler"!
But seriously, folks...isn't the door coming along nicely? Under all the layers of dreary white is a layer of black varnish of some sort, and under that...wood, battered but unbowed. Lunatic Spouse is about 3/4 of the way around by now, heat wave or not. By comparison, my labors in the kitchen to turn this morning's Grand Army Plaza Greenmarket haul of peaches into a skillet cake pale by comparison.
Spouse will have to get his own blog if he wants to run a picture of me under the headline "Peaches, Peeled and Ready for Some Sugar."