Sargie's helping me cover some of the plants in the garden on Monday night. Though scattered frost was forecast, none seemed to form.

August 14, 2013 – Wednesday

35 degrees/cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

The garden lives to grow another day. There were warnings for scattered frost last night and with that in mind, Sargie and I spread our large frost blankets over as much of the garden as possible. The giant pumpkins were covered as were some of the tomatoes, beans, and garden huckleberries. Truth be known, had it really frosted, we’d have lost most everything. Growth in the garden is so big that trying to cover the plants is like spitting in the ocean and expecting it to rise.

Oh well, it’s all a moot point now. It didn’t frost.

Brutus and I walked our five miles Tuesday morning. We came close to over doing it as I was hobbling by the time we got home and the knee was swollen. Thankfully, after a bit of rest, any pain went away and the swelling subsided in the afternoon hours while I was using it in a more normal manner.

The leaves are rapidly turning

Sargie was off and we did our usual day-off drive and errands. 

I love this garden entry in Caspian. The person used an exterior door to gain entrance into his deer-protected garden. I wonder if the deer remember to knock?

Sargie fixed stuffed zucchini for supper last night. Other than cheese and mushrooms, it contained only vegetables we've harvested from the garden. 

We cut and wrapped a large pork loin. That was Grandma and Grandpa Pennington's butcher knife. Each time I sharpen and use it, I think of both. 

With the wind blowing and the temperatures quite crisp, it wasn’t a day to lie on the back patio and work on one’s tan.  I purchased the ingredients to make bread and butter pickles, this morning’s project. About the only thing to grow this summer has been cucumbers. What we haven’t eaten has been made into pickles.

Thank God for Hungarian Wax Peppers. They are the only ones to grow this summer. I’ve yet to harvest one green pepper. Between aphids and the cold temperatures, they've done quite poorly.

I started work on a mini lean-to under which to place the garbage cans behind the old wood shed. The plastic cans are in good shape, but over the years, the animals, mostly raccoons and bears, have bitten holes in the lids in an attempt to get to any garbage. When I take the garbage to the dump, a fee is charged based on weight. Wet garbage is not only unpleasant to dump and heavy to carry, it is expensive. A roof over the cans should help to deter any animals as well as keep the precipitation out.

A chain is threaded tightly through the lids to keep the animals out. We also dump any food scraps, anything that might rot or smell, far out in the woods where the trail cam is located.

Sargie works late today. It will be a long one for her. I’m going to begin making bread and butter pickles this morning and hope to complete my garbage can lean-to this afternoon. The frost blankets will need to be folded after the dew dries and the next building project happening at Pentoga Road will be Brutus’s doghouse.

Whoops, I might have missed a screw-nail or two. Sargie's fixing what I missed.

I’ll tell you, a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…

Don't even go there.