May 14, 2017 - Sunday
41 degrees/party cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I say it every Mother's Day, but with the exception of my sister, Barb, I feel sorry for the rest of the world on this day each year. You see, we have the best mom in the whole world. Though she willingly shares her love with everyone, she's our mom. Full of love, laughter, and uncanny wisdom, Mom loves and supports us unconditionally. It's been well over sixty-seven years that she's been there for both of us, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. 

Mom and Dad, both, supported us in whatever we did. While growing up, Mom often said, "You're going to get an education and then I don't care what you do. If you want to dig ditches, that's fine, but you make sure you're the best ditch digger you can be."

Thanks to Mom and Dad and their never ending love and encouragement, we both were inspired to do the best we could in our chosen fields. 

How lucky can two children be?

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you.

Page Two:

Unless a person's into pressure washing, there's just not a whole lot to talk about this morning.

I was out the door early Saturday spraying the back deck.

It sure was dirty.

Can you tell what boards still need to be washed?

The drive has needed to be washed and the cracks sealed. As long as the pressure washer was hooked up, I decided to do that as well.

We had some giant frost heaves this spring and a few left Grand Canyon-sized cracks in the pavement. Once the blacktop was dry, I began filling each.

I thought we were particularly hard hit, but in talking with others, all have commented on how bad their drives are after this spring's thaw. 

It was time to go to town to purchase a can Thompson's Water Seal. I had hopes of getting the back deck completely finished so we might move the patio furniture from storage this weekend.

When I pulled into the parking lot of our only hardware store at 3:15, I found them closed. They've been advertising new spring hours, but evidently, the owners didn't get the word. 

I wasn't the only one who wasted a trip. Another man had driven over twenty miles, one way, only to find the doors locked. I was upset. He was irate.

I stopped by Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri's while in town and enjoyed some fine conversation and a glass of iced tea. Mark had just finished mowing their yard.

Back home, I decided to pressure wash the floor of the front porch. It cleaned up really nice.

Sargie was on her way home from attending a bridal shower in Green Bay. I put everything away and made a quick tour of the orchard and garden.

The honey berries are now in full bloom. If blossoms are indicative of the fruit to come, we should have a bumper harvest from all five bushes.

The cherries are also flowering.

Who needs to travel to Washington DC to enjoy cherry blossoms? 

Sargie arrived home early in the evening and immediately started concocting several loaves of garlic bread, her contribution to today's spaghetti feed.

The occasion? Today is Grady's third birthday. We'll be celebrating at Hambone's house along with the rest of the family.

I think I'm going to work in the garden for a while this morning. I've been so busy with the pond and pressure washing the deck that everything else has been ignored. 

Time to get busy.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...