Grandson, Bennet, is growing like a weed.

May 5, 2016 - Thursday

23 degrees/clear/calm

Pentoga Road

Whew, it's nippy out there this morning. It feels good to sit alongside the wood stove and sip a cup of hot tea. Today's high? Seventy degrees with lots of sun.

Wednesday was the opposite. Cold, drizzly, windy... the weather wasn't fit for doing much of anything. Still, a few things were accomplished.

I rode with Sargie to Iron Mountain where a large marine deep cell battery to power the trolling motor was purchased. It serves a double purpose with the solar bank and can be used when we lose electricity, something that occurs quite often on Pentoga Road.

Once back home, I plopped in the recliner, ready for a lazy day, until the sun popped out from behind the clouds a few minutes later. I couldn't just sit on my backside all day.

I carefully changed from my city boy clothes to something much more practical and headed out the door.

By afternoon's end, the third pyramid had been redone, the watering system and new soil added. 

I also took the time to plant this year's first vegetable crop, that of radishes in the raised planter.

 Hopefully, Sargie and I will be happily munching away on a bowlful thirty days from now.

Remember those bushes in the garden that had grown up volunteer late last summer? I thought they were blueberries. Now that each has matured enough and leafed out, I find they are honey berry bushes that grew up as volunteers from seed. That's fine. We enjoy honey berries as well as blueberries.

Sargie worked late last night and wasn't home until almost 9:30. We talked for an hour before climbing the steps to bed. She opens today. 

I've about decided to purchase a trike, a tadpole, a 27 speed, three-wheeled, peddle vehicle. This isn't your grandmother's retirement trike with a bell and streamers flying behind the handle grips. It's a low slung bike on three wheels that will rival any road bike. 

We have a spankin' new, multi-million dollar, paved trail that winds ten miles from here to Iron River. Built from conservation funds by the state, I'm told it's every bicyclist's dream come true. Each time I drive alongside the trail, I think of how I ought to get a bike and start riding. Since I don't trust my balance, let alone my sight, I've decided a trike might be the way to go. 

Sargie doesn't appreciate long distance hiking the way I do, but she's remarked several times how much she enjoys riding a bicycle. Until a few years ago, she looked forward to climbing on one of her sons' bicycles for a summer evening ride. We're going to see if we can make that happen again. We already have the two wheeler, now we need something with three wheels for me. Stay tuned.

Time to get Sargie's lunch packed and prepare breakfast before riding with her partway to work and walking back home. Today's long term goal? Finish the fourth and last pyramid.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

While in Iron Mountain on Wednesday, I walked through one of the green houses simply to experience a taste of summer.