It was hot and dusty while mowing the back meadows and trails on Saturday

June 6, 2021 - Sunday morning

70 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's so warm and dry already this morning that there's no dew, something that's almost unheard of. It appears we're in for a few more days of heat before Mother Nature regains her sanity and temperatures begin to drop to more seasonal norms.

Arriving home from Saturday morning's walk, I kissed Sargie goodbye as she departed for a funeral in Foster City. My attentions immediately turned to  the front flower planter.

Repairs were made before hauling dirt from the pile of top soil. 

I continue to be surprised at just how handy that little trailer is. Its height was perfect to clear the top of the planter to unload the dirt.

One thing's for certain. I'm going to have to build a new planter this fall and set it in place for Sargie to plant next spring. This old one, made from treated dog eared fencing material, is about all done in. 

The sign, which seems to be well known, needs to be redone. The Upper Peninsula has lost the Keweenaw Penninsula to the north and Southeast Alaska disappeared into the north Pacific sometime ago. It's time for a new design and a fresh look.

 With geraniums, pansies, spikes, nasturtiums, and a Teddy bear sunflower planted, the container should be full of color in another week or two. There are marigolds yet to be added as a deer deterrent when they are large enough.

The rest of the day was spent mowing the front, middle and back meadows, and all the trails that wind through the woods. It was mid afternoon before I finished, just about the same time that Sargie arrived home. Perfect timing.

The remainder of the day was spent either taking a slow ride in the air conditioned car, stopping to see Sheri and Mark, or sitting inside. Thankfully, even without air conditioning, with the house closed during the day, the temperature remained pleasant and cool.

Josh sent a few pictures of the kidlings during their latest fishing expedition. I've said it before and I know I'm bragging, but I'm proud of all four of my sons for being so involved and active with their families. Seems each has his priorities in exactly the right places.

It's time to hit the road and get my walk out of the way before the temperatures rise too much further. It's to be a seven and half mile walk this morning, so I better get going.

As son, Andy, says, "They aren't going to do it by themselves."

You're right, little buddy. They aren't.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...