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| A frozen artesian well |
9 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Today's been a non event day on Pentoga Road. Both Sargie and I have been lazy, simply enjoying our time together, taking a drive, and watching a bit of television. This is how I envision our lives to be once Sargie retires in another two years, ten months, eighteen days, and four hours, but then, who's counting?
Wanting to make another natural vase, I worked this morning fashioning more flowers. With the temperature buried way below zero, I was happy to resume my place by the wood stove in the living room cutting and gluing.
With Sargie doing girl stuff, I sneaked out of the house later in the morning and walked to Pentoga Village.
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| The groomer had just passed by on the snowmobile trail that runs alongside Pentoga Village. |
There's an artesian well that never stops flowing west of Iron River that we've visited before. Each year features a new shape.
Had there not been so much snow between the road and well, I'd have loved to put my ear on the mountain of ice and listen to the water gurgle underneath.
The late afternoon was as lazy as this morning. With scissors and hot glue gun in hand, Sargie helped me fashion a calla lily with mixed results.
It should look much better painted, but I can guarantee that I'll not be making a bouquet of them.
Sargie is back to work on Wednesday. I'll go for my walk then I definitely plan on being in the shop and turning a new vase for all these flowers I've been making. Painting each will take a full day, arranging and mounting another.
If the weather ever warms up, I'd like to get back to ice fishing. The Tundra and Clam shelter are loaded. All I have to do is hook the trailer to the Blazer and go.
Meanwhile, it's time to make Sargie's sandwich and pack her lunch for tomorrow.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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