We took a drive on Saturday afternoon to the field of daisies to take a picture in the daylight.

June 12, 2016 - Sunday

57 degrees/clear skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

I'm running a day late and a dollar short this morning. Rather than writing, I hopped out of bed shortly after 5 and went fishing.

It was cold! After a temperature in the low 80's on Saturday, this morning dawned at 42 degrees. Still, I'm an old Alaskan, what's cold to me? I put on a pair of shorts, Crocs with no socks, and a t-shirt. Needless to say, I just stepped out of the shower after letting hot water pour over me for ten minutes in an attempt to rid my body of the chills. 

Fishing? It was okay. I brought home several fairly nice bluegills, but missed far more than I caught. I'm not near the fisherman I used to be.

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I worked for a couple of hours on Saturday morning in the shop, sanding, shaping, and cutting out the second top rail for the side lattice on the arbor. It took some time, but the frame for one side is complete and I hope to begin constructing the actual lattice today.

I noticed the boat was looking strange sitting on the trailer. Checking, I found I'd not taken the plug from the transom and it had partially filled with water during Friday's big storm. No harm done, but a good lesson learned.

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Sargie and I had hoped to go fishing, but the wind was howling. When we stopped by the local lake, white caps were blowing across the waves, something that is rare for our small body of water.

Sargie declared Saturday as "Scrub the Rug Day" on Pentoga Road. We removed all the area rugs from the house and placed them, one at a time, on the back deck. Sargie cleaned each with her carpet scrubber. 

While she was was navigating the scrubber, I swept all the bare floors, then scrubbed each, often on my hands and knees. By afternoon's end, all were spotless and the rugs sitting on top looked and smelled fresh as a daisy.

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Speaking of daisies, we took a break from our labors for our usual afternoon drive. One of the places we stopped was at the huge daisy field about fifteen miles from here. The fields were stunning and so covered in flowers that I was reminded of the poppy scene in the Wizard of Oz.

 Unfortunately, pictures don't do the flowers justice.

One of our goals during the drive was to find Great Grandpa Dobson's grave, the gentleman for whom I made the cross this spring. 



After getting directions from Yooper Brother Mark, we found the marker standing all alone in the grass at one edge of the old Iron River Cemetery.



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Sargie and I moved the treetop that had fallen onto the deer fence during Friday afternoon's storm. 



We have wondered if a small tornado might have been the culprit. The greenhouse, just a few feet away with the door and windows open, was completely untouched, as was the empty wheelbarrow. Seems as though something that is strong enough to take the top out of a healthy tree could do serious damage to a greenhouse that weighs very little. We'll never know.

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Sargie has to work from noon until five today. I'm going to empty out the fountain (aka Grady's swimming pool) and rethink the design. I know I'll stumble across something I like sooner or later. I just haven't found it yet.

I'm hungry. It's midmorning and I've yet to eat breakfast. A guy can't live on fishing alone, you know. It ain't easy, but I'll persevere one way or the other.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...