Monday brought the first picking of green beans

August 5, 2019 - Monday evening
74 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I've come to the conclusion that I probably ought to ignore my garden in years to come. With the building of the pond, I've paid the least attention to mine this year and yet, it's producing better than any in the past several years.

I'm wondering if that's a hint that I should go fishing more and garden less. Hmmm. You think?

Speaking of fishing, the Crappie Queen did pretty well late Sunday afternoon. 

Everything had been put away from our trip and as I mentioned earlier, we were ready for some nice, quiet, Sargie and Tom time. There's no better place than sitting across from each other in the yacht and catching fish.

We caught a nice mess of bluegills and crappies, certainly enough for a dinner later this week. The big catch of the day was Sargie's large mouth bass. 

Once again, the student gave her teacher a lesson on how it is supposed to be done. I think she may have a future as a licensed guide. All that's left to teach her is how to take her own fish off the hook. I guess if she'd learn to actually touch them, it would help.

Monday was a busy one around here. With storms forecast to begin late in the morning, I emptied what little gas was left in three five gallon jugs into the rider and mowed the lawn and front pasture.

With the recent rains, the lawn is once again green and plush. 



There were vegetables to be delivered, so several bags were loaded into the Blazer. Today's goodie bags included zucchini squash, green peppers, sweet yellow banana peppers, green beans, and cucumbers.



I heard rumbling to the west upon my arrival home. A quick glance at the radar told me it was time to batten down the hatches.



The wind arrived first, bending the tops of the trees and shaking the house.



Next came the rain accompanied by thunder and lightening.



In the end, we received .6 of an inch. Though it kept me from digging the trenches for the footings of the garden house, after such a dry summer, we'll take what falls.

I've been filling the pond in small increments and am extremely happy at the progress. The rains are also helpful. As Mom would say, "Every little bit helps." 

With the water level only a foot below the pump and already seven to eight feet in depth, I think I'm going to transfer the goldfish from the small pond in which they've been living to their new permanent home tomorrow. I hesitate only because it will still be another two to four days before I can begin to circulate and filter the water, but with the volume that's already there, I think they'll do just fine.

Sargie closed the Vision Center tonight and should be on her way home. Unfortunately, she closes again on Tuesday and works all day Wednesday. She's off Thursday and hopefully, we'll be able to reintroduce ourselves then. 

Assuming it's not raining on Tuesday, and it's not supposed to, I'm going to brave the mud and begin digging the trenches for the footings of the garden house. The trailer has the gravel in it to be used for the footings and I need the trailer to begin bringing home more firewood from the plant. Other than that and wrangling the goldfish from one pond to the other, I need to clear the barn floor so that I can finish working on the garden house walls before assembling them on their permanent base by the pond. My goal is to have the base, walls, and roof, on in another two weeks.

So much to do, so little of me.



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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Calendula flowers that grew from the seed of last year's flowers, those that were left in the garden.