
I always think of this song when I'm up on the roof and it hums around in my mind while I'm up there.
When I lived in San Francisco and Los Angeles I didn't have a roof to escape to, but I did have the beach and nature trails available that gave a sense of quiet and freedom.
There is something magical about just being on a roof! I highly recommend a trip to a rooftop... (as long as it is safe.)
After I raked off one side of the roof I climbed to the ridge and surprise... a tree was laying on that side, but thankfully hadn't punched a hole through the roof.
I climbed down there and hauled on the tree to make it slide off, but it was caught on some other trees.
I had to go get help.
But first I sat down and rested and sang a bit of Up On The Roof. It was so nice up there.

Here is a photo of the roof without leaves.
And here are the chickens taking me home.

I think they wondered what I was doing up there... raking up good things to eat? I often wonder if they don't think I am a big chicken with an unfair advantage and want rakes of their own.
PS. I didn't have any ice cream last night. Thought about it... almost as good.