As their leaves begin to die, large Hubbard squash are appearing. The smallest weigh around ten pounds, the largest close to fifty.

September 28, 2016 - Wednesday

50 degrees/clouds - rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It warmed enough during the night that no fire is needed this morning. That's a good thing, but for the third day in a row, rain is hitting the roof. I'm not sure it will ever stop, but Carl the Weatherman, the guy who is known for telling the occasional fib, says that we're in for a stretch of warmer temperatures and sunny skies. We'll see. Hopefully he didn't have his fingers crossed behind his back.

The leaves are beginning to turn and if the rain ever stops and the sun shines, I'd guess they'll be at their peak in a week, possibly two. Of course, all it takes is a big wind and rain storm to bring them all down.

As you can see, there is still plenty of green showing in the woods.

I worked in the shop Tuesday morning while Sargie slept in. Actually, I did little work, but managed to clean the machinery and put away any tools that were left out. I find if something isn't put back exactly to where it belongs, I can't find it later. It's an exercise in self discipline and common sense, but a good one I think.

The creative side of me emerged while I was cleaning. A place was constructed alongside my recliner in which to put the remote controls for the television and accessories. 

After a quick peek through the scrap wood/burn bucket, this particular remote holder took at least thirty seconds to design and build. I offered to build a couple for our living room, one by Sargie's chair, another by mine. Yeah, that didn't happen.

Sargie and I went to town Tuesday afternoon for groceries, her Coke, and later took a ride around the countryside looking at the leaves.

Intermittent rain made viewing less than perfect, but we still saw some pretty impressive colors.

Once home, Sargie began making a large pot of her famous Pentoga Road chili. She sent me to the garden to find a few fresh tomatoes while she browned several pounds of hamburger and opened ten cans of kidney beans. 

Needless to say, we ate like royalty (or pigs - often one in the same) last night and will have another big meal of chili tonight. The rest will be frozen for a quick meal or two later this fall.

While waiting for supper, I walked around the garden. It appears there'll be a good crop of Jack Be Little pumpkins to give away and use as fall table decorations. 

The other pumpkins are also doing well. With the leaves dying down, more and more are appearing that I didn't know were growing.

The giant pumpkins are about finished growing, although there is still a goodly amount of greenery. I'll be severing all from the vines in the next couple of weeks in anticipation of freezing weather. I'd like them to finish ripening in garden if possible and develop a hard shell.

The nasturtiums growing in the pyramids are just crazy. They had a brilliant display in June and July, but this fall's bloom is even better with more flowers.

Last night was a quiet one. We ate chili until we were ready to bust, then complained we'd eaten too much. Typical.

Sargie's back to work today and opens this morning. If it's not pouring rain, I'm going to go for my walk then return home and wash the small chest freezer in preparation of delivering it to the neighbor's. After, I need to remake a shelf in the garage so the new upright freezer can fit tight against the wall. Right now, it's sitting in front of a window and sticking out about eight inches.

It's time to get Sargie's lunch packed, breakfast prepared, and this show on the road.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Brutus isn't allowed on the cooking side of the kitchen counter, so he gets as close as possible, then sits and watches the action. Despite his best efforts, he never did get a bowl of chili... thank goodness, or we'd have been up all night. He's been known to toot an entire symphony and never once wake up.