The paint job

So I am on the porch periodically glancing at Tamara touch-painting the barn's door. She is on the ground. Next time I look, she is on a ladder. The next peer shows her dangling down from the loft's door. The cat is following her around and sniffing the white paint (may be he thinks its milk); whiskers all painted white. The door looks great now. Any excuse to be outside, any excuse!