May 31, 2018 - Thursday evening

67 degrees/rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Some people have watch dogs, other's electronic devices to warn of intruders. Sargie and I? We have a watch hummingbird. He sits for hours on top of the feeder keeping an eye out for any and all who dare to trespass. 

In reality, he sits there to protect, what he thinks is, HIS feeder. There are six or eight other pint-sized hummers that take turns drinking the sugar water while the others keep our guard bird occupied. 

Thursday was a busy one. I strapped on my hiking boots and did a quick three miles first thing. Since there were no problems with the feet or knees, I'll be increasing the distance.

I'd lost a paddle out of the boat several days ago while going fishing. After not seeing it, I'd assumed someone had picked it up ... finders keepers and all that good stuff. 

Look what I found today hidden in the weeds and grass alongside the road as I was walking?

It is finally cooling down a bit so I spent the entire morning and much of the afternoon weeding the new strawberry bed and most of the garden.

I actually enjoy weeding and making the beds look as good as possible. I didn't get to do too much last year as the raised beds were covered by water for much of the summer. 

The closest raised beds are melons, squash, and pumpkins. If all goes as planned, the paths and individual beds will all be completely covered with vines and fruit in another six to eight weeks.

Before someone gets the bright idea to write and offer to let me weed your garden and/or flower bed, I'm booked solid right here in my own garden.

I moved the wheels on the mower deck and made a few adjustments.

After a test run, it cuts perfectly. There are no turn marks from the deck and the blades are shearing the grass perfectly even.

The rest of the day was spent mowing the meadows and all the trails.

In some cases, it was more like cutting a hayfield. It's hard to believe everything was mowed less than a week ago. I'm grateful to have the larger commercial mower as it cut through the tall, thick, grass with no problem.

Rain threatened off and on all afternoon. I raced to the barn at one point to keep from getting wet. As soon as the shower was finished, I headed back out to finish mowing.

Wisconsin Mike gave Sargie and me some hamburger and a couple of ribeye steaks he had processed from a Jersey steer. I lit the charcoal to grill it right.

People who do fine cuts of meat on a gas grill should be spanked and sent to their room without any supper. Ribeye steaks, especially ones as good as these, deserve to be grilled over charcoal.

I consider myself somewhat of a connoisseur of better steaks. The ribeye I had for supper tonight was one of the best and tastiest cuts of meat I've ever eaten, bar none. Mike said he told the butcher not to trim the fat. In doing so, the steaks were extra juicy and had the very best flavor. After writing about it, Sargie better hurry and get home from work or I might just eat her's.

Thanks Mike. You're right, that little Jersey steer made for some great eating!

Speaking of Mike, I'm wondering where Neighbor Mike is? I haven't seen Jambo in almost two weeks. Guess I should call and check on that boy.

Sargie's off tomorrow. We have to be in Iron Mountain by midmorning for her hair appointment. While she and Melinda are gabbing and making Sargie even more beautiful than she already is, I'll mosey around town until she calls and says she's ready to be picked up and whisked back home.

Speaking of Sargie, I'd better end so I can get her supper ready. She called a bit ago and will be pulling in the drive pretty soon.

The rain was sporadic Thursday afternoon. Thankfully, most of it went around us.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Turning a beautiful pinkish purple, the end is near for this year's crop of trilliums.