October 10, 2017 - Tuesday evening

42 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm breaking protocol and writing tonight. I have a long awaited podiatrist's appointment early Wednesday morning in Iron Mountain and the opportunity to write beforehand will be slim to nil. I'll need to leave the house before 7 AM.

A nice early morning snuggle with Grandma Sargie

Grady and I were in the garden by mid Tuesday morning. We headed towards the potato patch.

The crop wasn't as good as I'd hoped, but worry not, neither Sargie or I will starve to death this winter.





Hambone worked alongside of me as we cleaned the debris from several beds.

I took the opportunity to harvest seeds from several double ruffled Auntie Hollyhocks. 

Easy to grow perennials, I plan to plant hollyhocks all around the yard next year. They are long lasting and look beautiful.

Sargie was with us most the day, especially when I began to run out of steam in the afternoon. She not only helped with harvesting pumpkins and squash, she was the chief driver when it came to storing the summer furniture for the coming winter months.

Pentoga Road's version of Granny's rocking chair (of the Beverly Hillbillies) while riding down the road.

As I've written all summer, this year's garden is  the poorest I've ever grown. The pumpkins were no exception.

Last year's 600 pound giant was replaced with a pathetic 200 lb malformed weakling.

 To put the icing on the cake, we found it was rotten on the bottom after we rolled it over. 

Where we had several wheelbarrow's full of squash last year, we didn't fill one this season.

The garden was later forgotten and we made our way into town. Grady especially liked seeing the yard with all the skeletons.

After a short drive, we found a playground with lots of new, challenging, equipment. 

Even Grandma Sargie got in on the action.

This evening's been a quiet one. Hambone's been coloring while the old people enjoyed Dancing With the Stars on DVR.

Sargie works from noon until closing tomorrow. I have an 8 AM appointment then will be home before it's time for Sargie to leave. 

Hambone and I are going to continue working in the garden tomorrow. No doubt, it will require more four wheeler and wheel barrow rides along with lots of talking, laughing, and kicking a ball or two.

We'll meet Daddy in some fashion or the other tomorrow afternoon for the Grady exchange. After that, life will once again be quiet in the house with the red roof.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...