Spring? What spring?

April 21, 2015 - Tuesday evening

34 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

Sargie and I both agree, today's been the laziest day either of us have spent in a long time. A quick look at the above picture will tell you why. Rain and snow squalls paraded through our area like Sherman marching through Georgia.

Other than grade papers earlier this morning, I spent time in the barn transplanting some tomato plants that have become quite leggy. It's caused by too much warmth and often, not enough light. I simply buried each plant deep in individual peat pots. Roots will form all along the original stem that's under the soil.

These are Neighbor Mike's heirloom Roma tomatoes that have been very difficult to germinate. They'll turn out just fine.

Sargie and I took a quick drive into town to purchase a few groceries. Since it was "Chicken Tuesday" at one of our local groceries, we took advantage of it, returning home to stuff ourselves with fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy.

The water birds have migrated back north.

This afternoon was spent watching Netflix and a movie while the snow poured down and the wind howled. 

We did absolutely nothing other than eat, watch television, and be merry. No one was going to die of stress on Pentoga Road today.

I made arrangements to pick up a trailer load of top soil and compost mix to fill the strawberry pyramids in the next week. When the weather turns warmer and dryer, I'll cover the terrace with landscaping cloth (mulch) then cover it with wood chips from Yooper Brother Mark's plant before placing the strawberry pyramids on top.

Sargie's back to work tomorrow. I have an elevated vegetable planter I'd like to begin building. Since all I have are pictures to work from, it's going to be a hit or miss proposition. Hopefully, there'll be more hits than misses.

And of course, there are those pesky final projects that are dribbling in. I wonder who the crazy professor was that assigned all that work? Doesn't he realize I have to grade everything?

Oh well, I'm not surprised. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Brutus and I are having a dog-to-man talk. I'm not sure what he wanted, but the pup randomly walked over, got up on his haunches, something he never does, and tried to communicate something.