On the roof, it's peaceful as can be. Author's photo of dog's favourite spot.
Carole King and Gerry Goffin’s song rings as true today as it did when the Drifters had a hit with it in 1963. In the summer we live on our roof. It’s a little like a cottage, except open to the elements. It’s not grand. The decking is basically wooden pallets. The furniture is rustic. But the view is terrific – downtown Vancouver and the North Shore mountains. It’s a great place to start or end the day, and it really is an escape from “...all that rat race noise down in the street.”
The dog likes it up there too. He lets the sun soak into his old bones for an hour or two, then retires to his cozy corner behind the hydrangea and oleander, where there is shade for most of the day.