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| Approaching our drive on Pentoga Road |
63 degrees/cloudy/windy
Pentoga Road
It appears as if a cold front is to come marching through later today accompanied by rain and much colder temperatures. At one time on Sunday, our thermometer registered 86 degrees, an all-time record and well above the average norms. I didn't hear anyone around here complaining. Every warm day now is one less we'll have this winter.
Mississippi Brother Garry and Jody departed Sunday, around midmorning. Golly, we hated to see them go. We had so much fun and thank you, Garry, for your help in building the solar heater. As slow as I work when using a tape measure, it would have taken me three weeks (or more) rather than three days to have completed the project.
And Jody's southern cooking. Where else can we dine on such great cheesy potato soup with bacon, boiled peanuts, sweet potato pie, and oh yes, tomato gravy over hot biscuits.
The greatest gift of Garry and Jody's visit was the unconditional love each shared with Sargie and me. It was tough waving goodbye as the folks drove away Sunday morning.
After a quick ride to town and once again gawking at the leaves, I settled into my recliner to coach the Packers to yet another victory, this time over the St. Louis Rams. It wasn't a pretty game. In fact, down right ugly, but a win is a win and we notched another.
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| There was a hatch of lady bugs on Sunday and they covered everything |
I was preparing for the move to Iron Mountain and was crawling around on my hands and knees looking at the pumpkin when I saw a gray area towards the bottom. Only a small amount of pressure was applied before my fingers sank far into the putrid flesh.
So close but so far! Why couldn't the pumpkin have waited another two weeks before disintegrating?
It's my own fault. Notice, the rot is occurring over the place where it had pushed the board away, exposing the flesh to the bare (and moist) dirt. Should I try to grow another giant next year, I'll set it on a pallet with a piece of plywood over that. Live and learn.
According to the measurements and calculations, the pumpkin ended up weighing a bit over 500 lbs, not a record by any definition, but I'm happy for my first attempt. If I grow another next year, I'll strive for 750 lbs.
The pumpkin will be cut open today in an attempt to save the seeds. Hopefully there will be some viable ones to continue the genetic strain so I don't have to start all over.
Sargie and I took a late afternoon walk to the lake. With temperatures cooling into the mid 70's, it was too nice to stay inside. Walking along Pentoga Road is like traveling through a red and gold tunnel. Simply beautiful.
Sargie's back to work today. I'm going to cut up the pumpkin in an attempt to salvage the seeds for planting in the future. Other than that, I want to clean the shop and attach some permanent brackets to the solar heater. After... it's time to work up some hard wood for this coming winter.
So much to do, so little time, but then I'm certain none of us are surprised. After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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