Wednesday morning's sky

 October 4, 2017 - Wednesday
51 degrees/clear skies/breezy 
Pentoga Road

It's amazing the difference twenty-four hours can make. Wednesday dawned warm and humid, but eight-tenths of an inch of rain fell last evening and a cold front came marching through. It feels like fall once again.

I hiked five miles Tuesday morning with little trouble. The heel spurs, one in each foot, bother me when I initially begin, but once the blood begins flowing, the pain subsides somewhat. I have an appointment a week from today with a podiatrist. Since I've done all the preliminary precautions and recommended remedies for planter fasciitis and heel spurs (no distance hiking for most the summer, wearing various insoles in different shoes, etc.) I am hoping to get a shot in each heel so I can begin hiking on all eight cylinders once again. I miss it.  

The sun, mixed with the clouds, made for perfect conditions to take pictures Wednesday morning. I made several stops during my walk to snap a few random photos.

Back home, I headed to the garden, but accomplished little. I don't know, I think when I'm in my favorite place, I become afflicted with Attention Deficit Disorder.

I played around the pond, put a few things away in the greenhouse, but mostly, I sat on the garden bench and simply daydreamed. 

The grapes planted on both sides of the arbor were six inch long sticks this past spring. One in particular has grown well over my head.

I headed for the shop to begin working on two new pumpkins. 

Since I had difficulty deciding what should adorn each Jack-o-lantern, I decided to simply turn a hat out of the same piece of wood as the head.

This one's going to be a male

... and this a female

I absolutely love the folding table I made a few weeks ago. With the added light, it's perfect to use for painting.

It took most the day, but in the end, the girl pumpkin was finished, but the boy still has some work.

Easily bored, I keep trying new faces. Some are winners, others not so much. The male will get a new mouth and eyes later today coupled with a paint job on his hat.

It was late afternoon when I hopped in the Blazer and drove to Iron Mountain to ride home with Sargie. We enjoy our times and rides together and it makes her trip home seem much faster.

I cooked brat patties on the grill last night. Those, along with fresh cauliflower from the garden and cottage cheese made for a perfect supper.

I'll ride back to Iron Mountain first thing this morning before turning around and coming back. There are several small things that need to be done around the yard and house before I once again head to the shop. I hope to begin mailing out pumpkins to the grandbabies on Thursday.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...