Tuesday
A day without rain meant it was time to go fishing.

June 28, 2017 - Wednesday

53 degrees/high overcast/calm winds

Pentoga Road

That's exactly what happened Tuesday morning. I hooked the trailer onto the Blazer and went fishing.

With all the rain that's fallen in the past two months, the water was high, murky, and fishing wasn't the best, but who cared? It was good to get away from Pentoga Road for a bit and enjoy some different scenery.

I caught several "eaters," but turned them back as there weren't enough in the basket to make a meal. In my younger days, I'd have flogged the water until the basket was full, but in my more advanced years, I've learned to stop and smell the roses along the way, even while sitting in a small boat under the pretense of going fishing. 

Once home, I picked the rest of the honeyberries along with a few strawberries. Harvesting was the easy part. The real chore was cleaning them.

It took almost two hours to separate the stems and leaves and to wash and clean enough berries to fill a large serving bowl, but there're enough to make at least twelve half pint jars of jam. Sargie suggested I throw in some rhubarb, so the concoction may make even more.

With that in mind, I went to town later in the afternoon to purchase more jelly jars, sugar, and pectin. Storms are in the forecast for later today and I wanted to have everything needed to make jam and not have to worry about driving.

The ice cream man was parked at the soccer field where there were several games in progress. We live in one of the few areas I know of where the Good Humor Man still drives up and down the streets, music and bells playing, letting everyone know he's in the neighborhood.

While in town, I drove past the local summer ice cream place and noticed something a bit different. Just to the side of the cars in the parking lot were two horses tied to a picnic table. 

Small town America is still alive and well, one of the many reasons we live here. There're aren't too many places remaining where a cowgirl can saddle her horse and ride into town for an ice cream cone.

Sargie was home fairly early and we spent the evening talking and watching America's Got Talent. It's an exciting life we lead here on Pentoga Road.

Sargie opens today. I think I'll try to walk a quick three miles before the rain begins. Otherwise, the morning will be spent in the kitchen making honeyberry/strawberry/rhubarb jam. I hope to be in the shop this afternoon fashioning a plate from birch.

Who knows, I just might have to lay back in my recliner and close my eyes somewhere along the way. The sound of rain hitting the metal roof has that affect on me.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...