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| Thanks to my friend, Eileen Cyr, in Hermon, Maine, for today's opening picture. |
19 degrees/clear/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Spring? I think so. The predicted temperature for today is 60 degrees with Carl-the-Weatherman saying we could see 70 on Saturday.
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| Granddaughter, Ivy, can hardly wait to go outside to play. |
What Carl giveth, so can he taketh away. I heard ugly rumors that the jet stream is about to change and by next weekend, there's a chance for cold weather and some significant snowfall.
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Yooper Brother Mark sent along a couple of pictures from Thursday night's Pinewood Derby. Mark is active as a Boy Scout leader, locally, as well as throughout the Upper Peninsula, and also helps out with the our local Cub Scout's chapter... 'er, den... pack?
Mark has been lamenting how many towns, statewide, no longer have an active scouting organization due to a lack of parental interest. It's sad.
Thanks to Mark, his good friend, Shane, and others whose sons were Cub and Boy Scouts many years ago, our youth still has the opportunity to participate in something fun, healthy, and positive. I wish our children could realize how very lucky they are.
That's Yooper Brother Mark's son, little Jerad, (left) and our good buddy, Roger, displaying the ribbons from their first and second place finishes Thursday night. Both boys competed years ago when they were scouts and were asked to return last night for a rematch. According to Mark, Roger was the victor the last time they met and continued his winning streak last night. Growing into big boys, Roger owns and operates his own logging truck, Jerad works for the Town of Caspian.
By the way, Jerad went on to become an Eagle Scout, the highest honor any young man can achieve in scouting. Few know it, but Mississippi Brother Garry is also an Eagle Scout.
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After riding back to Iron Mountain on Thursday morning with Sargie, I made a stop at Home Depot to purchase enough PVC pipe for the watering systems in the strawberry pyramids.
Solar lights to sit atop the planters were also purchased as well as end caps for the pipes. After, I stopped by Walmart to buy another grow light, ran through the Vision Center to kiss Sargie goodbye, and was soon on my way home.
Hmm, a problem. How to fit everything into the Blazer? It's a good thing Mom lives several hundred miles away. She'd have washed my mouth out with soap. It took some planning, but after no small amount of muttering and rearranging, I was on my way back home.
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| There were ten-foot long pieces of PVC pipe running over my shoulder and onto the dash. |
Two drill bits were broken in the process and I had to call Sargie and ask her to bring more home last night.
After six weeks of wrong cuts, more swearing than I care to admit to, having had long, heart-felt talks with Brutus, and occasionally dancing to a golden oldies tune on the radio, all six strawberry pyramids were completed. My last act was to move all outside so the solar batteries could begin charging in the bright sunlight.
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| The four on the right grew strawberries last summer. |
The new pyramids will be loaded on the trailer later today in preparation for Saturday's deliveries to Caspian, Foster City, and Iron Mountain.
It was a happy retired professor and his pup who greeted Sargie in the drive as she arrived home from work last night.
I'm happy to put this last project to bed so I can begin new ones... building a different type of planter to sit on each side at the entrance to the drive, constructing an arch to go over the entrance to the garden, building a cobblestone walk from the house to the garden, and the list goes on and on. Is there no end in sight? I hope not.
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The garden and orchard in the fog, lying dormant, waiting for spring.
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After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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