May 29, 2018 - Tuesday
62 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road

It appears every picture that was taken on Monday is gone. The computer said each was in an unrecognizable format and they simply vanished. I've searched high and low to no avail. 

What the heck?

Oh well, a week from now, who's going to know or care?

On a more relaxing note:

It's so nice sitting here in the early morning hours, the remaining coolness of the night drifting through the screens and listening to the birds, those that are up extra early, begin their song.

There's an aroma of last fall's decayed leaves mixed with a hint of pine and coupled with the fragrance of newly mown grass. Perfect, absolutely perfect.

Yesterday was a busy one. After Sargie left for work, I eyed the trailer filled with firewood, donned a set of work gloves, and began. About half was done before late morning arrived when it was time to get cleaned up and head to Milligan Mountain.

The day was hot, but as always, there was a breeze which made sitting outside under the trees ideal. I enjoyed catching up on all the family news, talking, laughing, and of course, what the Milligan gatherings are best known for, EATING.  Nephew Taylor grilled hamburgers and brats. Those, coupled with wonderful, good, old fashioned potato salad, some of the best pork and beans (with copious amounts of hamburger included) a person could ask for, macaroni salad, garden salad, cookies and cake along with other culinary goodies too numerous to mention, made eating a pure pleasure. Let me put it this way, if anyone went hungry, it was their own fault. 

With hugs, kisses, and handshakes, I bid all farewell mid afternoon and made my way back to Pentoga Road. I really wanted to get the last of the wood worked up.

You know, there's something wrong with a person who does that kind of work on one of the hottest days of the year. By the time I finished, you could have wrung me out like a wet sponge.

Time was spent in the bedroom folding and placing my winter jeans and shirts into totes. Those will be stored until next fall when they'll come out of hiding and exchange places with the summer wear.

Sargie arrived home around 7 and we took the trailer to Yooper Brother Mark's plant. She followed in the Kia so we could leave it at the mechanic's to have some work completed from the deer damage. 

Sargie's off today. I'm going to mow the area on the other side of the garden at some point. Otherwise, I'll leave it up to Sargie. Fishing? Simply a ride? Visiting some far off and distant city? It's all up to her.

Meanwhile, I need to get this uploaded and head to the garden for some early morning weeding and coffee sipping.

Sorry about the lack of pictures. Dang.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...