There is three feet of snow on the roof and medium-sized icicles hang from the edge. The three-day forecast includes temperatures above freezing.
With a heavy sigh, I reach for the following:
Oh, the joys of being at home during the day.
“Nora, I’m going out onto the roof. You know the drill, right?” I say, my hand on the doorknob.
“Yes!” she yells from inside the hastily constructed “fort” in our family room. “No! Wait!” She sticks her head out. “I forget. If you fall off, do I call 911 or am I supposed to check on you first?”
You’ve gotta really love Vermont to live here in the winter.