A field of golden rod, almost as far as the eye can see

August 26, 2020 - Wednesday morning

63 degrees/clouds/rain

Pentoga Road

Uh huh, more rain. It's beginning to affect the garden now. We sliced open a zucchini yesterday morning and found this.

It seemed to be the only rotten one and we went on to have our usual morning breakfast of eggs, fruit, and zucchini.

Don't worry, Scottie, I'm not turning into one of them thar non meat eaters. My thirst for meat still rages from within.

 As promised, I fried Hambone's monster bluegill filets which he enjoyed for breakfast along with his cereal and fruit.

Home from my walk, I turned my attentions to trimming the back dogwood bushes. They sorely needed it.

 It took a bit, but before morning's end, the growth was tamed and cut back to a more presentable level.

The next item on the agenda was to scrape and paint both hand rails on the deck and the garden gate. All badly needed a fresh coat.

Looked pretty bad after scraping the old paint

The focal points of the garden entrance and deck, I'm not sure why the red paint won't stick better than it does. Seems repainting both is an every other year proposition.

 We took a noontime ride to town for an ice cream cone break and saw this by the entry/take out point on the Brule River.

The river is high and obviously, dangerous, downstream. Too much rain, nowhere for it to go.

Sargie was painting the ceiling in the downstairs bathroom. Hambone and I headed for the pond. I'd promised him that we'd play BOMB. That's where we get in the water on opposite sides of the pond and throw a foam ball high into the air in an attempt to bomb the other person.

I took the opportunity to dive the down eleven and a half feet to snap a few photos and found the boulder that rolled down the side after the liner was installed is still there.




I was hoping the Rock Fairy might have come along and removed it at some point in the dark of night. I have a feeling that boulder will stay there until long after I've become a distant memory.

All bombed out, Hambone retired to the sand beach, as he calls it, and became busy building roads and castles.

He keeps that net handy should an errant frog come hopping by. He caught several yesterday.

I began imbedding the lighted tiles around the pond, those that are solar powered and light up at night.  

Late afternoon found us meeting Mel and Macrea at the ice cream shop in Florence for the Hambone exchange. Today is his first day of class.

I had a nice, long, conversation with my good Alaskan buddy, Andy Lee, who called last night. He was calling from Juneau and it was good to catch up on all the news in his life. 

The phone rang once again and I talked at length with my pastor and great friend, Pat, who ministers to a large Presbyterian church in California. As with Andy, we had a wonderful conversation.  

It's a small world, isn't it? Alaska, California, the Upper Peninsula, talking like we were next door to each other.

Sargie and I are headed to the hardware store to purchase paint for the bathroom. After it dries, I'll be hanging a new cabinet and of course, we'll put everything back together. 

Holly, Ross, Jeanne, and Aria, are to stop by later this afternoon for a visit. As always, we'll look forward to seeing them.

Time to get this show on the road.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...