The Milligan Munchkins at Monday's Memorial Day gathering on Milligan's Mountain. A pitcher pump, water, a warm day, and dressed in patriotic red,white, and blue... the perfect ingredients for having fun.

May 27, 2014 - Tuesday
61 degrees/clear/calm
Pentoga Road

I'm lying here in the recliner this morning wondering if I might be able to get Sargie to put me out of my misery. Sargie and I have been suffering from food poisoning. Since we ate in Marquette Sunday with Mel and Macrea, and Mel, Sargie, and I, all had burgers and got sick (Macrea had a chicken burger and was the only person who didn't have any symptoms of poisoning) we're assuming its food poisoning. It's been a real circus the past two days consisting of chills, chattering teeth, fever, being weak, and having every joint in my body ache. 

Summer has arrived in the UP. I think we skipped spring this year; too much effort. Suddenly, we're eating asparagus, the strawberries are in bloom, and 90% of the garden is planted.

We'll be eating fresh strawberries next month

Fried wild turkey breast and fresh asparagus covered in cheese sauce

The potatoes are planted

Sargie's been busy planting flowers and getting out her array of summer ornaments.

Sargie, the biker chick. We took a ride into town on the four-wheeler to get a few groceries on Saturday.

We went to Marquette Sunday to see Grady. That's ice, in the background, still on Lake Superior.

Off the respirator, Sargie FINALLY got to hold her grandson.

Grady and I are having a little chat. We're talking about going fishing, spitting, and whittling, all essential life skills for a young boy.

Memorial Day on Milligan's Mountain

Playing bocci ball

Auntie Nancy cooking the weenies and brats

So, it's been a busy last few days. If I can kick this food poisoning, I'll be back out making trails and digging holes with the backhoe. I would like to start construction of the storage building this week, plus, if my top soil ever arrives, I'd like to make another three raised beds in the garden. 

It's a busy time of year, but then, I'm not surprised. After all, a man's work is never done.

The Menomonee River between home and Marquette 

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Ross and I taking command of the activities while sitting in the shade Monday afternoon.