It was a bit foggy in these here parts Wednesday morning

October 23, 2014 - Thursday

36 degrees/partly cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

Wednesday began with the usual five-mile stroll, only this time, it was through heavy fog that resembled pea soup. I left one ear free of a headphone so I might hear any oncoming traffic and get way off into the ditch. 

The rest of the day was spent in the garden. I've spent one whole afternoon and an entire day just cleaning the beds and it will require yet another day before I'm finished. I'm sure the deer over at Mike's will love me as I've made several loads of rotten, frozen, vegetables, roots, and vines, to his pasture.

It appears we'll be able to supply the rutabagas for the annal Mighty Milligan Thanksgiving dinner. 

I decided to simply burn the dried pea and bean vines rather than haul them away.

Strawberries and asparagus going horribly wild.
The strawberries (low growing between the asparagus and small apple trees) began as twenty-five plants last year. I'm going to have to make them into rows after they bear next spring as they are taking over the entire orchard. The asparagus is doing the same. The bed began four years ago with twenty-five roots and now has expanded way beyond it's intended boundaries. I'm glad everything grows so well, but too much of anything is not always good.

These are potatoes that grew up "volunteer" from those I missed digging a year ago. They have scab, a skin disease that doesn't affect the actual potato, but does cause them to have a shorter storage life. We'll use these first before eating those that are scab free grown this past season.

And so the day went. Sargie had a few honey-do jobs for me and I got the large wood pile covered with a tarp. It's our emergency wood and that not used this year will be moved to the double shed next summer.

Sargie works early today and I'll meet her in Iron Mountain so we can drop off pumpkins to the nieces later this afternoon. We'll come home together tonight and I'll ride over with her in the morning to get the Blazer.

If the forecasted rain doesn't develop, I'll be back in the garden today. Hopefully the end is in sight so I can move onto other projects. They don't seem to end this time of the year.

But then, should any of us be surprised? After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...