May 31, 2015 - Sunday morning
29 degrees/clear/calm/frosty
Pentoga Road
I was relieved this morning when I found the temperature was a mere 29 degrees. Last night's weather forecast was calling for twenty-five, even colder in low lying areas... that's us, so I think we dodged a bullet. I'll know for sure after the sun comes up and I uncover the vegetables and flowers.
I was looking out the windows yesterday morning with the binoculars when I saw a starling land on the raised vegetable planter. It strutted over to the last remaining tomato plant and easily cut it off at ground level, grabbed the fallen plant, and flew into the barn.
I'd blamed the deer and if you remember, Sargie and I had gone to all that work to install a deer fence the night before last. Needless to say, I charged out of the house with pellet gun in hand, all to no avail. I can't hit the broad side of a barn with a gun, but just firing in that general direction made me feel better.
The barn door is closed now unless I'm outside and it appears the starlings have found a new place to build a nest. Meanwhile, I'll pick up a couple more cherry tomato plants to trellis up the side of the barn AFTER I build a cage made from chicken wire to arch over the tomato plants.
The majority of the day was spent working up the trailer full of wood. It was good and solid, but some of the stringiest stuff I've swung a maul at in years. Seems as though I couldn't avoid the knots and what should have taken two to three hours stretched into the afternoon.
Strange, the load before this one was just the opposite. All a person had to do was look at the wood and it almost split itself. Just luck of the draw.
After a quick, late, afternoon lunch followed by a short nap, I headed to the garden to begin covering the plants. Sargie was home early and helped.
I'm not sure what we have on the agenda for today. It's dawning clear and calm, with highs predicted to reach into the upper fifties to low sixties. No doubt, we'll go for our usual Sunday afternoon drive.
So with that being said, it's time for another cup of coffee accompanied by some deep thoughts.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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