She’d been ignoring the telltale sign for a month—a small, optimistic maple seedling sprouting from the downspout corner. Now, as she hauled the aluminum ladder from the garage, a fat drop of water landed on her nose. The sky had decided to stop threatening.
As she scraped and scooped, her mind began to unclog too. unblocking gutters
“Classic,” she muttered, climbing the rungs with a putty knife clenched in her teeth. She’d been ignoring the telltale sign for a