Bennet, Matt, Emerson |
Matt said the pumpkin is Bennet's newest bestest friend.
With Chicago in the playoff picture, Emerson is sporting her Cubbies wear. I especially love her footwear.
Sunday dawned warm and sunny. I spent part of the morning in the garden, gathering next year's seed from the four different types of sunflowers I grow.
This is the head from one of my giant sunflowers. |
I was walking between the house and shop when I saw something strange in the side yard. What? A skunk?!
Mr. Skunk was almost dead. I noticed that something had come in the barn last night and eaten a large amount of Decon... mouse poison.
I left the critter to die in peace and moved on to the shop where I finished painting and detailing the pumpkin bowl.
The green hat on the left comes off to get to the bowl inside. Little Missy on the right still needs work... and some hair! |
Sargie said she really likes the bowl with the hat, so this will become a part of our personal annual Halloween decorations.
We took off early in the afternoon for Iron Mountain to attend Grady's soccer practice.
There's nothing quite as exciting as watching a group of three year olds all running in opposite directions.
Macrea and Mel invited us for a supper of grilled brats and wieners, salads, chips, and all the summer fixings.
Grandma Sargie and Grady worked on putting a puzzle together after supper.
It was almost dark before we hugged and kissed everyone goodbye.
Sargie drove us west under a clear night sky |
It won't be long before we see Hambone again. Sargie's picking him up after work tonight and he'll be with us for a couple of days.
Sargie closes tonight, but thankfully, has Tuesday off. I'm going for my walk then I think I'll try to get the side of the wood shed painted. It's the one that was covered by the firewood I worked up last week.
Otherwise, I'll no doubt migrate to the shop, do some more painting and work on the scroll saw cutting out the bluegill.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
PS - Remember the skunk? He eventually passed on to the other side and was gingerly placed in a garbage bag and hauled down the road with the four wheeler. I had the bag hanging over the back rack to keep any stinky leakage as far away as possible. Problem was, the bag caught in a back tire, the skunk fell through a rip, and the ATV ran over the skunk. The four wheeler stinks, but thankfully, the skunk was far enough away that we don't smell anything here at the house. You can't make something like this up. Believe me, it's true. Just take a whiff of the four wheeler.
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