The garden pond has a new look

May 28, 2017 - Sunday
55 degrees/clouds/rain
Pentoga Road

You'll have to pardon if my writing is a bit foggy this morning. With rain hitting the metal roof and our bedroom window open, sleeping past the usual get-up time was no problem. I'm waiting for this morning's first cup of coffee to kick in and so far, it's not happening.

Yesterday can best be described in one word: PLANT. 



Other than a few small additions, the garden is finished as are the planters, pots, and any other area where a flower or plant might call home.

I spent the majority of the day in the garden, planting everything from beans and beets, to zucchini and several varieties of winter squash and pumpkins. 

Sargie was busy on the other side of the electric fence doing the same with the planters and pots.

On her way to get another bucket of compost from the trailer

We drove to town later in the morning for a few more flowers, needed supplies, and of course, Sargie's Coke.

Even the flowering trees in the McDonald's parking lot are out in full bloom.

The problem of where to plant the spikes was solved when we discovered there was enough space for one on each side of the waterfalls.

 

I'm not at all sure what we'll do with them this coming winter, but for now, they should do just fine at the head of the garden pond.

It was late afternoon and I was worn out, tired, too pooped to pop, and all done in. Sargie still had more planters she wanted to fill.

I suggested we take a break. How about a short four wheeler ride? She readily agreed.

We rode to the lake then down to the river.

The old railroad trestle amazes me, how it was in such disrepair for so long, then revitalized as an ATV bridge between Wisconsin and Michigan.

After a quick foray into Wisconsin, we crossed the bridge back into the UP and made our way home.

Sargie finally pronounced our labors finished just before dark. Another spring time job could be checked off the list.

Neighbors, who are residents of Alaska, walked by last night and we enjoyed a good catch-up conversation. Now retired, Curt was an Alaska State Wildlife Trooper in Kotzebue and we know many of the same people and places. Calling Seward, Alaska, home, they own an old farmhouse a mile away and come down several months a year to enjoy the UP. 

What are the chances of two people who worked in Kotzebue and the arctic ending up a mile apart in the Upper Peninsula? 

We're heading to a high school graduation party this afternoon. After, we'll run a few errands while in town before coming back home.

I'm going to head out to the shop and play, guilt free. The garden's in, the flowers are planted, it's too wet to mow... what else is a guy to do on a rainy weekend morning?

Trilliums are everywhere in the woods

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...