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| Nature's bounty from our garden Onions, white carrots, spaghetti squash, zucchini squash, beets |
66 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I haven't had so difficult of a time completing a daily entry as I did this morning. First off, I slept late, at least for me. Secondly, about the time I was ready to push the publish button, the storm from Hades parked overhead, dropping copious amounts of rain and prohibiting any satellite internet reception.
With that in mind, I decided to write tonight. Hambone's with us for a few days and is watching tv. Grandma Sargie's doing the same and it seems like a good time to write.
For the first time in weeks, I didn't walk today. Between the storms and bad timing, it just didn't happen. That's okay, I don't think it hurts a thing to let this body rest for a day.
I went to the garden between rains and harvested some goodies to deliver to friends. Though the garden isn't as large as usual, what we have seems to be doing well.
I spent time in the shop applying finish on the wooden names. Between coats, I attempted to turn a very spalted piece of birch. Obviously, it was too rotten as half of it went buzzing by my head.
Sargie worked around the house all day. We later hopped in the car and met Mel and Macrea in Florence for a Hambone exchange and to enjoy huge dips of delicious ice cream.
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| Not the ice cream shop, one of our favorite eating establishments in Florence is the Tavern. The sign says what almost everyone is suffering from, cabin fever. |
We've had a good evening, feeding the goldfish and hummingbirds, watching tv, and catching up on the news since the last time he was with us. School starts next week and Hambone seems to be excited at the prospect of a new school year.
We have a whole list of Hambone/Pawpaw/Grandma Sargie activities planned over the next few days. We're planning on going to Yooper Brother Mark's plant tomorrow for a load of wood chips to spread in the aisles of the garden. There are also four post holes that need to be dug and if the temperatures stay warm, we'll no doubt be swimming in the garden pond.
After all, a man and boy's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Like it or not, fall is on its way Several area maple trees are beginning to turn red and orange |
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