Look at that cutie pie!
Sargie from a few years ago

August 27, 2020 - Thursday evening

70 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I was going back in time and came across a few pictures. Along with the one above, I also found a couple of the garden and orchard.

Boy, have things changed. There was no greenhouse, no pond, and really, not much of anything. 

Note the deer on the other side of the (then) new electric fence. The weeds in back are growing in what is now the side yard.

I'd just cleared the garden/orchard area the year before of brush, small trees, and a million gajillion rocks and boulders.

No doubt there'll be more pictures of days gone by in the future. 

We went to niece, Lisa's, Thursday after I arrived home from my walk. Lisa, her husband, and three children, live in Madrid, Spain, but are building a new part time home not far from Foster City.

Lisa gave us a tour. Still under construction, their home is already a showplace.

It was mid afternoon before we bade all goodbye. Lisa and all will be flying to Spain this coming Saturday.

Maddie and Lisa
Sargie's sister, Trish, is behind

 The rest of the afternoon was spent in the shop. Sawing and carving a name was my first task.  

As I age, it seems I have difficulty getting enough light with which to cut fine pieces. I hooked up two lights, one on each side of the bandsaw blade so there are no shadows.

The rest of the time was spent at the scroll saw working on the Lord's Prayer. Much of the lettering is very small and demanding. Some days, I only get one or two letters sawed before my patience begins to wane and I'm forced to quit.

Sargie made one of my favorite suppers tonight, stuffed zucchini squash. She filled the halves with tomatoes, seasoned sausage, and cheese. Needless to say, I went back for seconds.

Tim and Rose are up for the weekend and we'll go for our usual walk Friday morning. With more rain and thunderstorms in the forecast, it appears Friday will be an inside day. 

The barn? The shop? We'll see which way the wind blows.

Looking into the pond is like peering into an aquarium

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...