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| Wild violets growing in the front meadow |
45 degrees/cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road
Sargie and I are up and around this morning, getting ready to drive over to Escanaba for the day. ROAD TRIP! Anyone who knows either of us understands that we'll hop in a car or truck and go about anywhere in the name of taking a trip. Today's will find us over on the northern shores of Lake Michigan.
Our shopping list is extensive and as I told someone earlier, I hope that I still have my undershorts by the time we arrive back home tonight.
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I was going to work in the shop yesterday, but the day turned out to be fairly nice. After my walk, I turned my attentions to digging out several areas where the grass had died around the deck.
Sargie and I are up and around this morning, getting ready to drive over to Escanaba for the day. ROAD TRIP! Anyone who knows either of us understands that we'll hop in a car or truck and go about anywhere in the name of taking a trip. Today's will find us over on the northern shores of Lake Michigan.
Our shopping list is extensive and as I told someone earlier, I hope that I still have my undershorts by the time we arrive back home tonight.
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| Andy sent this picture of Ivy who crawled five feet yesterday. Unfortunately, it appears much of it was done at the expense of her nose. He said Ivy was so happy that she threw up after! |
I was going to work in the shop yesterday, but the day turned out to be fairly nice. After my walk, I turned my attentions to digging out several areas where the grass had died around the deck.
Initially, I thought it was winter kill that had caused the grass to die, but on closer inspection, I believe it was from a certain bulldog, one that is so lazy that during the winter months, he barely stepped off the deck to piddle.
Since he no longer lifts his leg (that requires a LOT of work, you know) he simply goes where it's closest and most convenient. We're currently rectifying that situation so it doesn't happen again.
I filled the dead places with top soil and compost, then dug plugs of grass that had encroached into the flower beds. I'll supplement their growth with grass seed and hopefully, everything will be filled in in a few short weeks.
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The rest of the day was spent working in the popple woods.
I accomplished quite a bit and believe that given another two or three weeks of decent weather, I'll be finished.
One of the challenges is pulling out old, rotted, stumps, those I don't want to mow around for the rest of my life. It takes a while, but well worth removing each and doing it right.
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I'm running behind on my gardening this year, mostly because of the weekly extreme cold nightly temperatures. At least the radishes I planted last week don't seem to mind.
Regardless of the forecast of snow for this weekend, spring is definitely upon us. The wild flowers are beginning their annual display. The front meadow is full of wild violets that give the deep green grass a wonderful purplish hue.
Walking down Pentoga Road, everywhere one looks, there are choke cherries in blossom. It's sort of the Pentoga Road version of the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington DC, only here, we try to tell the truth.
Sargie's about ready and it's time to get this show on the road. She has three wonderful days off in a row and we're planning on taking advantage of each and every one of them.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Since he no longer lifts his leg (that requires a LOT of work, you know) he simply goes where it's closest and most convenient. We're currently rectifying that situation so it doesn't happen again.
I filled the dead places with top soil and compost, then dug plugs of grass that had encroached into the flower beds. I'll supplement their growth with grass seed and hopefully, everything will be filled in in a few short weeks.
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The rest of the day was spent working in the popple woods.
I accomplished quite a bit and believe that given another two or three weeks of decent weather, I'll be finished.
One of the challenges is pulling out old, rotted, stumps, those I don't want to mow around for the rest of my life. It takes a while, but well worth removing each and doing it right.
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I'm running behind on my gardening this year, mostly because of the weekly extreme cold nightly temperatures. At least the radishes I planted last week don't seem to mind.
Regardless of the forecast of snow for this weekend, spring is definitely upon us. The wild flowers are beginning their annual display. The front meadow is full of wild violets that give the deep green grass a wonderful purplish hue.
Walking down Pentoga Road, everywhere one looks, there are choke cherries in blossom. It's sort of the Pentoga Road version of the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington DC, only here, we try to tell the truth.
Sargie's about ready and it's time to get this show on the road. She has three wonderful days off in a row and we're planning on taking advantage of each and every one of them.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Luke just sent this picture of his multi million dollar stainless steel grill. His old one had a five year warrantee and died after three, so was able to upgrade for a very reasonable price. |
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