The sun finally came out on Friday... for about twenty seconds. At least I have ONE sunshine photo of this year's leaves, or what's left of them.

October 12, 2018 - Friday
29 degrees/cloudy/windy
Pentoga Road

I just finished talking with Mom. She's scheduled to have one of the arteries that surround her heart opened this morning. Other than the double bypass of several years ago, she's had this procedure performed twice before. My sister, a nurse, is with her and indicated Mom should be back in her apartment later this afternoon. Still, at 91 years of age, we'd appreciate any extra prayers you might have to spare. Thanks.

I'm sitting in the dark this morning snuggled up to the wood stove and I don't mind saying, it feels mighty good. There's a dusting of snow on the ground that covers the fallen leaves and honestly, it looks just plain miserable out there.

Thursday wasn't a whole lot better. Intermittent rain was replaced with snow squalls and an occasional ray of sunshine. The wind howled the entire day.

I was outside early digging the spikes and outdoor plants that overwinter in the basement.

I'm fairly certain that if the pots and flower boxes were a mile deep, the roots would reach the bottoms by summer's end. The problem lies in removing the spikes without ripping the planters apart. It's a delicate dance we do every fall.

Sargie kept busy sorting the plants. 

There were spikes, geraniums, and vinca vines. Those seem to keep the best year after year.

Next came raiding Hambone's sandbox and shoveling sand around the roots. It will be kept just moist enough for the plants to survive during the winter months.

Last, but not least, was carrying the totes down the basement to be placed under the stairs. The area is  artificially lit with grow lights. 

The plants will remain there for the next six months.

Sargie and I took our usual afternoon drive around the area. It was so windy/rainy/snowy that there wasn't a whole lot to enjoy. The leaves are being ripped from their limbs and quickly falling to the ground and there's little doubt that in a few days, most the trees will be bare.

Sargie's back to work today, but has the weekend off. I'm going to busy myself getting ready to leave for the East Coast on tomorrow's noon flight out of Iron Mountain. With any luck at all, I'll be landing in Boston Saturday evening around 9 PM. From then on, it's a week of grandbabies and family. I can hardly wait.

Time to get busy. Honey-do chores wait for no one!

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

With no doe season for the past several years, some of our's are getting quite large.