Months of grime covered our outdoor furniture, which meant there would be a great deal of power washing in my future. Deciding the best approach was “just do it” I washed and washed. Soon my wife came out and started to move the chairs into position for me. When she asked if she could do some power washing I sure wasn’t going to turn her down. It wasn’t exactly a Tom Sawyer moment, but it was close. And yes, she did a great job of getting them clean. I am lucky I married a farm girl.