Luke sent the above from Maine

My daughter-in-law, Melinda, snapped this photo of the river that flows through their backyard

September 29, 2020 - Tuesday morning

45 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

The Upper Peninsula doesn't have a corner on beauty in North America. Gorgeous, eh? When it comes to seasons, southern Maine seems to be a week or two behind the UP in the fall and that much or more ahead each spring. 

Between the storms and heavy rains, our trees are rapidly shedding their leaves.

Seems I find myself cleaning leaves out of the boat and off the cars each time we want to use either. I look at it as nature's way of getting me in shape for clearing this coming winter's snow.

There are several pictures that have come my way over the past few days. The first was sent by my young friend, Kyle, who's been goose hunting this fall.

Kyle's on the far left

It's apparent he and his friends have been quite successful.

Our friend, Mel, sent this photo of a bobcat taken by one of their trail cameras. It's one of the better cat pictures I've seen in a while.

I'll share more pictures as the week goes along. Keep 'em coming as I appreciate them all as do fellow readers.

Monday was a rainy, chilly, windy, blah, kind of day. I spent most of it in the shop where I finally completed the segmented pumpkin/ravin piece.

Brushing on the final touches, it was time to mount the piece onto a backer board. I decided to try something new. Rather than glue each individual piece to the other, I attempted to mount the entire thing to the backer board using wood glue.

It worked, but I wouldn't do it that way again. Still, in the end, Sargie has a new Halloween decoration and I can once again claim my work table in the shop.

Though it wasn't a very nice day, we went for our daily ride and enjoyed the pockets of colors that still remain.

The Brule River that flows alongside Pentoga Village is higher than I've ever seen it.

It wouldn't take very much more rain for the water to be hitting the bottom of the bridge. 

Sargie fixed a comfort meal last night, broccoli cheddar soup. That, along with a fire in the wood stove, made for a cozy and relaxing evening. I found myself in the "writing zone" and worked on the book while keeping one eye on the television, a perfect way to end the day.

Today's forecast promises the weather will be about the same as yesterday. I'm going for my walk at first light then head to the shop. Kyle gave me several pieces of mahogany wood scraps from where he's employed that I'm itching to begin working with.

Weather permitting, I'd like to get a start on cleaning out the garden beds so I can begin pulverizing leaves to till into the soil. New cable was purchased to run from the shop tv to the antenna over the barn, so I'll be climbing up and down the ladder. Other than that, maybe Sargie Pants and I will go water skiing or perhaps, work on solving perpetual motion. Regardless, we'll take our daily drive and enjoy life and each other.

It's just the way we roll around here.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...