Lee and I woke up this morning to a chilly 14 degrees and icicles hanging off our roof.
Lee finds it embarrassing because it means our house is still badly insulated. I find it exciting because it means our house is better insulated than before. In past years we wouldn’t even get a snow blanket on the roof because the heat was escaping so fast.
I haven’t seen icicles like this since my grandma’s house as a kid. She had an old house built from the remains of a sawmill. I don’t think they insulated houses back when hers was built.
I better enjoy these while I can because after the blown in insulation is installed I probably won’t see them again.