Aunt Joanne's gone back to Georgia and Sargie's returned to work. 

August 28, 2018 - Tuesday

61 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

And just like that, the house is once again quiet save for the noise made from my rattling around. Joanne left around 7:30 Monday morning and arrived in Effingham, Illinois, last evening. Our pint-sized buddy intends to drive straight through to her home in Woodstock, Georgia, today.

I did nothing particularly newsworthy on Monday. Laundry was washed and hung out on the line and I made a quick dash to town for an errand or two. 

Honestly, it was so humid that the act of breathing caused me to sweat. It was obvious storms were on their way, hopefully to bring some sweet relief.

I made reservations to fly out East and visit the boys, their brides, and of course, the grandbabies in October. 

You'd think with all the flying I've done in my life that I'd be able to figure out the airlines. One ticket was found at about half the price of the others. One day, either way, and the fare was exactly double. I was happy to take advantage of the 50% discount.

Much of Monday was spent disassembling two of the old pyramid planters that had rotted.

The original concept was good, but they are horribly hard to keep watered and in the end the treated dogeared fencing grew rotten around the bottoms.



The wood was taken to the burn pile and the screws will be used for another project.

Sargie arrived home early last evening with the expected storms following close after. Another inch of welcomed rain fell, but unfortunately, it was accompanied by a hefty wind.

As a result, many of my tall flowers were blown over.



I am so disappointed. I'd pictured how I wanted them to look on Labor Day weekend, tall and stately. Instead, most the blooms will be at knee level.



This sunflower head has bent just low enough that I hit my head on it while not paying attention and walking down the aisles of the garden. Grrr. The names it's been called would cause Mama to wash my mouth out with soap.

Sargie closes the Vision Center tonight and has a hair appointment after. It'll be past ten before my bride walks through the door.

It's too wet to do anything in the garden or yard today, so I think I'll retire to the shop. There are several ongoing projects and I need to begin planning on how best to install the outdoor wood furnace next month. 



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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...