You know what happens when you have two weeks of 60-70* highs weather in winter when it should be 20* cooler, right? RAIN. After another week-long monsoon, with roads washing away, my paths washing away, limbs falling, businesses flooded locally, my new barn has one end of the roof that has three leaks, or one leak coming out three places. We saw it earlier and called in a work order, but with the holidays and all the rain, no telling when they'll be out to fix it. And again, I have moisture inside my building.
Can I just say ? My concrete gutters did their jobs, but if the roof leaks and sideways rain pushes water in through slightly cracked windows, well...DH will be making small metal roofed awnings for the windows. He's made them before for vents and for other windows that didn't have overhangs and we have plenty of metal roofing left to cover them with. That way, windows can be left wide open during heavy rains. But the leaking roof brings it all to a halt again. The black plastic is covered with water now, all from condensation. No water coming under walls, just what leaks in three spots on the last part of the roof they completed. Sheesh.
Today, we get a break so we'll try to dry off the floor and open up the building to air out. Today, this is our sunrise. My DH said, "what is that bright yellow stuff on the mountain???" You see the sun coming from the east, spotlighting Watson and Piney mountains above the fog bank, and even the lone cabin out over the old hens' coop, through the three huge oaks I call "The Three Sisters" is glaring from its windows in the morning sun.
I wish the camera could catch the way this really looks to us here. It's amazing, the light-play on the mountainsides. It's one reason I'd hate to have to leave here some day.
For years after we moved here, I did not know this cabin was even up there, not until one sunrise, the rays hit the windows and there it was. I tried to zoom, but my zoom is crappy. Click to make them better.