Sheri and Mark's newest grandbaby. I told Yooper Brother Mark it looked just like him as neither have any hair.

July 30, 2021 - Friday morning
46 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road

It's a quick write this morning as I want to take my walk before packing and leaving for Escanaba. Wedding weekend is upon us.

Yesterday's hike went well. With the humidity finally lifted, it was the first time in a long time that I didn't sweat half to death. 

I made a video, but don't think I'll have time to edit and put it on this morning. It was just a practice one anyway.

Part of the day was spent mowing the back trails and all the meadows. With those finished and groomed, the rest of the yard will be mowed Sunday afternoon when we arrive back home.

I helped Sargie in the house and with music playing, the time flew. 

The garden is growing so fast that it needed my attention. 

There are vines growing everywhere, peas fattening, pumpkins doubling in size, and blueberries ripe for the picking.

The first of the green beans were picked. They should be about perfect the first of next week.

What most demanded my attention were the two giant pumpkin plants. Both needed to be pruned so the nourishment can go to the fruit(s) not the vines.

The hand pollination done last week worked with both plants as the baby pumpkins formed from the blossoms and are maturing. Once they get larger, they'll gain up to ten pounds daily, assuming the weather and grower cooperate.

The last giant pumpkin I grew in 2019 weighed 600 pounds with most of the growth gained in the last two to three weeks. This year's pumpkins have, maybe, six weeks to mature. Boosted by gallons of artificial fertilizer applied twice a day, Miracle Grow, along with pounds of cow manure, they'd better get busy. 

Before you naturalists click your tongue in disgust, these aren't pumpkins you'd eat. They are strictly for show and grown for fun. Put is this way, they don't glow in the dark, but aren't far from it.

Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri stopped by for a visit last night. As usual, we gabbed and caught up on the news.

Seems Isabella was busy before she left for Wyoming. Sheri insisted Mark take a sock off.

What? Are his delicate tootsies painted? As the kids say, "OMG!"

He claims he let Isabella paint them to make his granddaughter happy, but she's been gone several days and the tootsies are still adorned. Last I knew, there was a product called polish remover.

Hmmm.

Okay, time to wrap this up. Mark is on his way out for our Friday morning walk. I'm a bit hesitant to go with as what few toenails I have are ugly and misshaped, certainly not pretty like his.

Oh well, if my tootsies aren't pretty enough for him, he'll just have to walk by himself.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...