There are wicked icicles hanging off every roof in town. Here’s the view from one of our second-story windows:
Luckily there’s an eaves between it and our front door.
Getting half as much done in twice the time.
There are wicked icicles hanging off every roof in town. Here’s the view from one of our second-story windows:
Luckily there’s an eaves between it and our front door.
I’m looking for the tiny mountaineers in this picture, inching their way up the icy face to the summit…