My total cherry crop for the year. Not quite enough to make a pie, I popped the entire 2013 harvest into my mouth. |
July 29, 2013 – Monday
52 degrees/calm/clear
Pentoga Road
It appears the monsoons that have kept our activities to a
minimum for the past two days have been replaced with the promise of warmer temperatures and
sunny skies. We needed a respite from the hot and dry weather of two weeks ago.
After breaking two all-time low temperature records and seeing over
two-and-a-half inches of rain fall, this week's forecast is for near normal
conditions.
The maples are already beginning to turn red showing signs of an early fall. |
About the only substantive activity that occurred on
Saturday was emptying the Man Truck of wood between rain showers. Mom certainly
helped, not in a “little old lady” fashion, but rather, the 86 year-old
matriarch of the Pennington family donned gloves and began pitching hunks of
wood into the shed. At one point, I told her I was going to send her to her
room and make her sit with her nose in the corner if she didn’t cease the heavy
work, but no amount of warning could deter Mom. Upon awakening Sunday morning, she claimed she slept the
best she had in a long time. I hope I inherited
those genes that makes her a super mom of the octogenarian set!
We watched a movie or two while it poured outside on
Saturday. It was a day meant for popcorn, movies, and occasional naps.
Sunday was no different. Sargie was off and the three of us ventured to
Rhinelander where we shopped for pavers with which to lay a small walk from the
back patio to the drive. It became a muddy path last maple season when the
frost came out of the ground. We also looked at various bricks with which to
remake the floor of the hearth in the living room. Rather than carry a pad of
paper around and try to remember which price went with what, I simply used the
digital camera to record what we might be interested in. In the end, Sargie
will make the decision since she is head of the Design Committee.
Sargie works early today. I think Mom and I will bring the
old truck back to the plant to be filled with another load of wood. No
doubt we’ll stick our nose into a store or two while we’re in town. I know
there’s laundry to hang out (after the towels dry that have
been hanging on the line for the past three days) and I’ll continue putting
things away in the barn. It’s a daunting list of chores, but I’m not surprised.
After all, a man’s work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road…
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