October 6, 2021 - Wednesday

46 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I had just finished writing yesterday and looked out the window towards the garden and... 

('Scuse me, this is too good to pass up.)

What to my wondering eyes did appear? 

With goodies all 'round

Two tiny brown deer.

 

Tapping on the window, I swear, both looked up and waved, using their tiny little hooves, before resuming their grazing food fest. Grrrr.

Though the leaves are past their peak, I was still treated to a picturesque stroll down Pentoga Road. Funny, for the thousands of times I've trod the same path, day in and day out, I often find myself grabbing for the camera. 

When I see something that makes me pause, perhaps a flower, a landscape, maybe something as mundane as an animal print in the snow, I have an overwhelming urge to take a picture, to share that particular moment. 

 

I want someone, you, to see it just as I am and for that moment, nothing else really matters.

 Geesh. I'm beginning to sound like some of those kooky hippy-type art majors that I rubbed elbows with almost fifty years ago in undergrad school.

Enough deep thinking. Time to move on.

I finished installing the barn siding in the garden house Tuesday afternoon. Talk about a challenge.

I'll rip what few barn boards are left and begin making and installing trim. What I don't get done today will have to wait. There are other projects in the wings that have to be done before cold weather sets in. Time's getting short.

 

Sargie Pants and I took a beautiful drive on Tuesday, finding visual treasures along a few roads we'd left unexplored these past few weeks.

With the barn boards installed, Sargie suggested we go fishing.

Fishing? What's that? It's been such a busy summer that we've basically ignored the lake.

I wish I could regale you with tales of giant crappies and monsters from the deep, but in all actuality, all we really got was a lot of fresh air accompanied by warm temperatures under a bright blue sky.

Sargie did catch one keeper crappie and a bluegill. I had something large, probably a pike, grab my lure and run with it, breaking the line.

Fish or no fish, we enjoyed a few fun-filled hours together on a perfect fall afternoon.

Trimming the inside of the garden house is on today's agenda. I'd like all my tools back in the shop and the area cleaned of wood scraps before day's end, but first, it's time to take a walk.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...