26 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I almost didn't write this morning as there are only so many ways one can describe shoveling and spreading wood shavings and chips while covering landscape cloth.
Let's see, the biggest action photo of Friday was when a barrel of shavings spilled much of its contents in the Blazer.
You think the interior will need to be cleaned and vacuumed once we're finished hauling wood shavings?
Yooper Brother Mark was out early Friday morning for our walk. In the garden before daylight, I'd already been working for almost an hour by the time he arrived. Our walk was good, our conversation even better.
Back home, it was time to get busy.
All in all, Sargie and I made six trips to the plant for a total of thirty barrels of shavings.
We've become experts at entering and exiting the back of a large trailer, a coordinated effort that requires getting a knee up to about chin level, pushing, and grunting.
Sargie was the champion of the day. Together, we laid untold yards of landscape cloth and spread chips over it, only to place the barrels back in the Blazer for yet another trip to town.
I think Sargie's in better shape than I am. After her shower and eating supper, she was perfectly happy to watch tv until it was time for bed.
Try as I may to stay awake, my eyes closed early in the evening, around 6:30. They opened long enough for me to make my way to bed three hours later where I slept like a baby until 4 this morning.
On today's agenda are two, possibly three, more loads of chips before we can call this job finished. I hope we're done by noon if not before.
Time to wrap this up and get outside. I need to lay and anchor the last of the landscape cloth before the wind begins to blow. Mark will be out at some point to walk our four miles.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
This hour's old fawn greeted us in Caspian last night during our last trip to town. Still wobbly legged, he was crying, looking for his mama. I found out that Mama was close by and when we drove by later, both were gone.
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