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| Mississippi Brother Garry sent this picture found on Facebook saying I could use the old Man Truck in a similar manner. Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen. |
72 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Actually, the truck in the picture above doesn't look all that bad, but to make the old rusty Man Truck a yard ornament? It's due to be hauled off to the junk yard later this fall.
Monday was a catch all day, so I'll be jumping from one thing to another.
The morning began by trimming the excess liner from around the pond.
That rubber liner is really heavy and it was all I could do to move it so that it could be trimmed. I saved hauling it away from the garden for this evening when the temperature cooled off a bit.
It was onto the blueberry patch where I picked for over an hour. Half were picked this morning with the rest to be harvested Tuesday morning.
The berries aren't quite as large this year as last due to the dry summer. Still, there are plenty to eat fresh, a few to freeze, and enough to give away.
I pulled a few carrots today. They aren't very large yet, but are at the stage where they are the most tender and sweet. These are from a free sample packet and are about every color of the rainbow.
I made a quick trip to the lumber yard to purchase the wood needed to begin building the rafters for the garden house. I stopped by Yooper Brother Mark's plant and received some advice on how to best proceed. Mark's dad, Grandpa, was a contractor and passed much of his knowledge onto his son.
It was hot and I was sweaty. I thought about beginning to build the rafters, but just wasn't in the mood. In fact, I wasn't in the mood to do anything, so I just hooked up the boat and went fishing.
I caught a few crappies and bluegills, some fairly large, but threw everything back. We have plenty of filets in the freezer and there's no sense getting greedy.
Check out the hornets nest below. My lure snagged on a bush, so I pulled the boat in close to shore to retrieve it. Once there, I heard the tell tale sound of a buzzsaw and looked up. The nest was about five feet directly overhead. It didn't take long for me to unhook my lure and get out of there.
Fishing wasn't too bad, but like everything else today, I just couldn't get into it so I left after a couple of hours.
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| Snoopy didn't seem to be having any luck |
I ended up pulling them one at a time with the four wheeler.
All are currently in the backyard where I'll spray the dirt off with the hose. After, they'll be rolled in tarps and stored away.
The pond looks different and the surrounding area much cleaner. I hope to begin landscaping this week and will used crushed gravel around the perimeter until the time comes when it's replaced with pavers.
In the Pennington boy family news, Luke sent a couple of pictures of their vacation deep in the mountains of Maine.
Luke, along with his brothers, were raised on the river and in the woods and it's gratifying to see that he's doing the same with his family.
Andy sent this picture of a plaque that's hanging in the office of his employer, Delmar Industries.
Andy was the winch operator during the record deep water operations.
Back on Pentoga Road, I enjoyed a huge two inch ribeye steak for supper tonight.
Brag brag, but it was done to perfection. Only problem is, with the cole slaw and fried zucchini, I couldn't begin to eat the entire thing. Since Sargie's not much of a steak eater, I'll enjoy the rest in the next day or two.
Speaking of steak, I read an article earlier of a university in London that's banned the sale of all beef on campus to help combat global warming. If you don't believe that such snowflakes exist, here's the link:
Lord almighty, stupidity has reached a new level.
Sargie just called and said she's in Alpha, a mere seven miles from home. It's time to get her supper ready.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Mark took this on Sunday when they were out. The pond is eleven and half feet deep under where I'm treading water. |
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