What we've been waiting for... a clean barn!

October 3, 2015 - Saturday

41 degrees/cloudy/windy

Pentoga Road

It's a damp wind that's blowing out there this morning, the kind that goes right through a person. The fire in the stove feels mighty good. That, along with a hot cup of coffee, makes the body feel toasty warm. 

Friday began with a trip to the dump. Oops, the transfer station as we now call it. I miss the old dump days. Scrounging around piles of refuse, seeing what treasures others have discarded. 

When Andy was in junior high and high school and covering our garage floor with lawn mower engine parts, we made regular weekly dump runs in search of carburetors, pistons, or some other gizmo. I complained at the time, but actually, enjoyed our Sanford and Son forays. Though we no longer have dumps, per se, I still found myself glancing at discarded piles of stuff yesterday, just in case someone threw out a treasure I couldn't live without. 

My first task back home was to carry this year's harvest of winter squash to the basement. I was careful about leaving plenty of stem with each fruit and hopefully, they'll keep well into the winter months. Sargie and I enjoy our squash.

Finishing the barn was the main goal of the day. 

I'd sweep and put items away, then walk to the the burn pile at the edge of the meadow and rake the remaining coals into a pile to keep them burning.

It was a cool morning and Brutus sat as close as he could to keep warm.

It felt good when the time came to back everything into the drive from the barn and sweep the floor clean.

 This shop/barn project has been a fun undertaking, but I don't mind being perfectly honest and say I'm glad it's done. 

I'm really hoping that I'll be able to fit both four-wheelers, the lawn tractor, the lawn sweeper, both push mowers, the Ford tractor, the snowblower, and possibly, the backhoe, into the barn this winter and still have a path to the shop. I'll have my civil engineer, Mississippi Brother Garry, plan that all out when he and Jody are visiting this next week. He has a barn/shop that has as much or more under one roof than mine.

Neighbor Mike came down saying he needed help unloading a new tiller. He said I could borrow it whenever I wanted, but since I use mostly raised beds, I doubt that will happen too much. Plus, knowing my luck, I'd put a scratch on the thing and have to buy him a new one.

Sargie's off today. She has some achy joints and a headache, so we're going to keep that girl in bed to recover from whatever is ailing her. 

Jerad is supposed to stop out and take down a dead maple tree that is close to the storage building. There is only one way it can fall... away from the building. Any other direction would have disastrous results. Hmm, it's windy, maybe not the best day to cut the tree down. We'll see what Jerad says. Since he worked several years for a company that trimmed and cut trees out of power lines, the boy has an unofficial degree in chainsawology, something I had in my younger years, but relinquished as I grew older. 

Enough sharing of deep thoughts and blathering. It's time to get this uploaded and start the day. 

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

All that is left after twenty-four hours of burning