Sargie's getting ready to help move the Tundra out of the storage container.

 September 30, 2018 - Sunday morning
37 degrees/clouds/calm winds
Pentoga Road

It's another cloudy, damp, day in the neighborhood. Unlike last year, when we had our summertime temperatures in September and October, I'm fearful that we could be headed straight into winter. Certainly there's no global warming in our extended forecast.

After a quick jaunt to Pentoga Village and back Saturday morning, Sargie and I spent the remainder of the day hauling out the winter equipment from the storage unit and packing away the patio furniture, most the machinery, and other warm weather goodies.

Even with the two of us working side-by-side, it took several hours, though we did manage to laugh and have a bit of fun along the way.

Sargie was hesitant to say goodbye to her wooden porch swing. Growing impatient, I simply lifted it, along with Sargie, and proceeded to the storage unit.


Okay, that's an exaggeration, but it wasn't a completely miserable experience.

Or was it?

Looks like Ma and Pa Kettle live here
Actually, utilizing the bucket on the tractor saved us many trips back and forth to the storage container.

 It was later in the afternoon before we could call the job finished. To celebrate, we took our usual drive and enjoyed looking at the rapidly changing trees in town.

We're still not at peak color yet, but it's growing closer as the days become shorter and colder.

Back home, I noticed how prolific the strawberry plants had become this summer. It's hard to believe that they started as twenty-five tiny, brown, roots, that had been in cold storage for over two months this past spring. 

I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a big berry harvest next summer.

In the not-so-good news department, several of the giant sunflowers were blown over during the last wind and rain storm. Unfortunately, the mega plants destroyed several of the raised beds.

It appears I'll be doing some major repair next spring.

Sargie's off today. I'm going to get this uploaded then strap on my hikers and get the blood pumping as I hike to Pentoga Village and back. Other than watching the Packers play at noon today, I have no plans. On the other hand, I imagine my bride has one or two irons in the fire that might occupy my time.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...