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| The bedding was hung on the line among the falling leaves Saturday morning |
42 degrees/rain/windy
Pentoga Road
As strange as the weather has been, I wonder how many more weeks we'll get to hang out the sheets before cold weather permanently sets in. Two years ago, the ground was frozen with a covering of snow by now. Last year, it didn't freeze solid until almost Christmas.
All of Saturday was spent in the garden. The west side, that where most of the vegetables are grown, is finished.
The orchard on the east side shouldn't take more than an hour or two once the weather clears again.
I've never completely cleaned the garden in the fall. I'm usually so tired of it that I wait until the following spring to prepare the beds for planting.
That didn't happen this summer. As I was tilling, I was already mentally thinking about which vegetables should go in what raised beds for next year.
I've decided to start all the pumpkin plants in the greenhouse early next spring. In a normal summer, our season is barely long enough for a decent crop. With a summer like this past one, we fell at least a month, possibly six weeks shy of the pumpkins and winter squash reaching maturity.
I was in touch with the internet person throughout Saturday. Though he never came to the house, he was trouble shooting forty feet up in the air at their terminal in Crystal Falls.
I'm not certain if the problem was ever solved, but at least he's trying. We'll see what happens over the next few days.
Sargie was home late and our evening was short. Thankfully, she's off today. With the rain and cold temperatures, I doubt we'll take many walks in the park.
No doubt I'll end up in the shop at some point. Other than that, I'm game for whatever Sargie wants to do.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
That didn't happen this summer. As I was tilling, I was already mentally thinking about which vegetables should go in what raised beds for next year.
I've decided to start all the pumpkin plants in the greenhouse early next spring. In a normal summer, our season is barely long enough for a decent crop. With a summer like this past one, we fell at least a month, possibly six weeks shy of the pumpkins and winter squash reaching maturity.
I was in touch with the internet person throughout Saturday. Though he never came to the house, he was trouble shooting forty feet up in the air at their terminal in Crystal Falls.
I'm not certain if the problem was ever solved, but at least he's trying. We'll see what happens over the next few days.
Sargie was home late and our evening was short. Thankfully, she's off today. With the rain and cold temperatures, I doubt we'll take many walks in the park.
No doubt I'll end up in the shop at some point. Other than that, I'm game for whatever Sargie wants to do.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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