Last night, after we finished digging, plowing and planting. It was lovely to hear it pattering on the roof, knowing we'd finished what we needed to get done.
Lovely until this morning, that is, when I heard it pattering on the wood stove. I looked up and--oh no--a leak!
This evening's outlook suddenly changed. Instead of backing up to the fireplace drinking hot tea, Larry will be on the roof trying to find the source of the leak. I really, really, really hope it's something simple like a shingle blown out of place.
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