Ain't she purty?
With paint brush in hand, Sargie was once again busy Sunday afternoon.

July 27, 2020 - Monday morning

58 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

What? Did I just write "clear skies?" I can't believe it. The humidity is much lower as is the temperature. As the kid's say, "OMG!" 

The UP has once again emerged from the shadows of the Amazon rain forest. There's hope.

I walked the mile and a half to Tim and Rose's home Sunday morning, met them, and the three of us proceeded on a lengthy stroll. 

We were about halfway through our hike when the skies opened and the rain began. It wasn't just a drizzle with mere droplets. It poured buckets.

We parted company a mile up the road as the kids went their way, I went mine. Arriving home, I stripped in the garage then dripped all the way to the shower. 

Total rainfall for the previous twenty four hour period totaled 2.85 inches. 

I am looking through my notes and it appears that a little over thirteen inches of rain landed in our gauge during the month of July, most of it during the past three weeks. Remember how dry it was in June? It's not that way any longer.

If this should happen six months from now, there'll be over eleven feet of snow covering the ground. Observing the early mouse activity (I've watched them taking numbers and lining up to get into the house and barn) and seeing the multitude of pine cones bunched in the top of the coniferous trees, I'm predicting a hard winter this year. I just hope it's not an eleven-feet-of-snowfall-during-one-month type of hard winter. If it is, I'll be living on the roofs of the house and barn with shovel in hand .

Sargie painted trim in and around the garage on Sunday. I did the same with the garden house stoop. The top was painted gray to match the roof, the sides, red, to coordinate with the siding, and deck tiles added to prevent slipping.

 At one point, Sargie asked if I would make some new trim for the garage screen door. I played in the shop cutting, ripping, and sanding, a welcome break from painting.

Today should see the stoop become part of the garden house. With the cooler weather forecast for the coming week, other than the cupola, I'd like to finish the garden house project and begin putting everything away. That area has looked like a construction site for far too long. It's time to sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labors.

We're supposed to make a Hambone exchange this evening. My shadow will be with us for the next several days and that's okay. I miss the little bugger as he follows me around, chattering nonstop.

Time for my morning walk. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Frank the Frog lives happily in the garden pond along with Spud the Mud Bug (crayfish) and all the goldfish