It's been more than a month and finally, Lake Pentoga is beginning to recede. What a mess that will be to mow once it dries. |
61 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Hard to believe that the Fourth has come and gone. In fact, half the summer is in the rearview mirror. What the heck? Seems as though the last snow just melted.
Tuesday was a busy one on Pentoga Road. I rode with Sargie three miles down the road before hiking back. It felt good to get the heart beating and blood flowing.
It amazes me how quickly an older body can get out of shape after just two months of not walking daily. I was breathing like an old man by the time I arrived home.
More wild flowers growing alongside the road |
The next five hours were spent trimming and mowing the lawn.
The grass was so wet and heavy that I had to go over the entire yard again with the lawn sweeper.
I don't get it. Isabella was quick to help her Grandpa Yooper Brother Mark mow his grass, but when it came time to mow mine, I saw neither hide nor hair of her! I know how I rate. |
I told Sargie that I wish the grass would stay exactly like it is right now for the rest of the summer. With all the rain, it looks more like a golf course than a yard.
Amazing how fast the water is evaporating from the front meadow. It can't disappear fast enough. The mosquitoes are so bad that for the most part, going outside mostly consists of a sprint between the back door and the shop.
With some appreciable sunshine, the garden is finally beginning to look like something other than a washed out weed patch. Compared to years past, it's running about three weeks behind.
I've resumed daily feedings of the giant pumpkins and sunflowers. Given enough sun and warmth, there's hope, not much, but some.
A Japanese Iris in the front perennial bed |
The late afternoon was spent in the shop working on the hickory plate.
It appears the method of gluing and clamping a piece onto the actual wood (so it can be inserted into the chuck) is working.
Now that the piece is roughed out, I'm going to put it in a paper sack filled with shavings for several months. Mississippi Brother Garry tells me that by doing so, the final plate shouldn't crack from drying out.
The wood has a beautiful grain |
I hope to shape a few more plates and bowls over the next several weeks and hopefully, they'll be seasoned and ready to finish by Christmas.
We'd purchased a watermelon this past weekend and found it one of the best of the season.
I've developed a deep-thought, highly unscientific, theory. In this day of seedless watermelons, I'm finding those with seeds are sweeter than those without.
I saw an old-fashioned rattle snake seeded melon in the store for $9.50 the other day. I shook my head and walked on. We sold them years ago for .50 each and guaranteed, they were sweeter and juicier than that thing I saw sitting on the shelf.
I do miss the seeded varieties. As a boy, I had a deadly aim when spitting a seed at my sister, but never quite attained the same accuracy with the much smaller Concord grape seeds.
Oh well, we can't be good at everything.
Sargie arrived home around 7:30 last night after a full day of work. I fixed toasted ham, egg, and cheese sandwiches for supper and we spent the night in front of the television catching up on programs recorded on the DVR.
Sargie's back to work early this morning. I was going to walk three miles, but it appears there are some fairly hefty storms just off to our northwest heading this way.
I need to do some auto insurance shopping today. Premiums just keep going up so it's time to see if we can do better elsewhere.
Other than that, with rain and storms in the forecast, it appears this will be another shop day. If it doesn't rain too hard, I may sneak into town and purchase a load of 2x4's for the addition to the shop.
It's time to fix breakfast and get my Sargie going for the day. Someone around here has to bring home the bacon.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Luke and Coleman did some heavy-duty ATV Independence Day riding yesterday. |
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