There must have been forty or fifty turklets in the yard yesterday morning. Yup, there is such a thing.
With the mild winter and spring, we've seen more deer, turkeys, and bear, this year than ever before. The deer have done a number on the sunflowers and the burning bushes have been pruned down to their stems. Thankfully, the electric deer fence surrounding the garden is still effective.
In pumpkin news, the giant pumpkin has grown past the board on which it was placed less than a month ago. This was taken on August 4th.
Sitting on the board helps to keep it from rotting underneath. The following pictures are from August 23rd (left) to August 25th, two days. The pictures don't really do it justice, but it's amazing. You'll notice the dent on the top of the pumpkin as the weight begins to push down on itself. Most mature giant pumpkins assume a pancake shape as they grow. This one will be no different.
Our jaunt to Green Bay on Wednesday was a good one. We made all the usual stops and since there's no inflation, we noticed how reasonably priced everything was... said Tom, tongue in cheek.
Bare shelves and higher prices greeted us at every store. Costco was completely out of their own brand of paper towels and had just a few packages of the Bounty brand with a limit of one per customer. I wonder what the next Covid hoarder craze will be?
Unless the transportation and lack of labor trends are addressed, we won't have to worry about inflation. There won't be anything on the shelves to buy. This is something that throwing free money at won't cure.
At least there's one thing we can count on as being a given in Green Bay, Lambeau Field.
I don't watch so much football anymore. Since the NFL got into the political game, I've lost interest. I just want to be entertained, not lectured to. I did enough of that as a professor.
We made it home last night in good shape. Sargie and I, both, were more than happy to sit down after putting all our purchased treasures away and bedtime mercifully came sooner rather than later.
I'm heading out the door to go for my morning walk. I'd like to finish pouring concrete this morning and get that chore finished. Otherwise, there are a ton of little honey-do chores to be completed.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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