Regardless the size of the garbage dumpster, this is what happens when a bear decides he wants to explore what's inside.

April 19, 2018 - Saturday evening

41 degrees/clouds/windy

Pentoga Road

The dumpster is located just up the road. I've always said a bear could pick the lock to Fort Knox if he wanted in bad enough. This bear was content to knock over a container that weighs several hundred pounds to get a free meal. It's the main reason we take any table scraps far out into the woods.

Saturday was another busy day spent mostly in the garden. The first order of business was to cut asparagus.

It's beginning to come on now and I'm noticing the spears are the biggest this year that they've ever been. The plants are seven years old and have reached maturity. We should have many many years of good springtime eating from our little patch.

Most of the morning was spent plumbing the simple irrigation system for the blueberries. The biggest pain was drilling all the teeny holes from which the water drips.

Naturally, I didn't have the right adaptor for the hose to connect to the pipe, so I had to make a quick trip to town.

In the end, it all worked very well.

The majority of the day was spent taking the old cucumber trellis apart.

 It has served me well, but I've been wanting to rotate new crops into the area and was ready for a change.

I don't know how many nails and screws I took out of the wood before taking it to the burn pile. It was built to last.

In the end, the trellis disappeared, the ground tilled, and replanted with flowers, cauliflower, and even a tomato plant.

The dark green on the other side of the rectangle are Sweet Williams, a flower that reseeds itself each year and produces beautiful blooms all summer long.

 We have been unsure where to plant Sargie's giant spike. The problem was solved today when I took the top tier off the planter by the road. The spike found a new home for the summer.

I have no idea what we'll do with it next winter if it continues to grow this summer as it's getting too big for the basement.

The Trug by the barn is now planted with flowers. Rather than using plants, with the exception of the two hollyhocks at the far end, I decided to plant seed. It's difficult to find what I wanted in the greenhouses and when buying seeds, the selection is much larger.

The low tonight is to dip down to around freezing. It was time to bring out the styrofoam cups and ice cream pails.

A lot of people probably think I eat ice cream because I like it. The real reason is so that I can have the pails to cover the delicate plants early in the season. 

Uh huh.

For once, my timing was perfect. The last of the garden and flower boxes were finished just as the first drop of rain fell from the sky. Only .25 of an inch was in the rain gauge tonight, but we'll take any amount we can get. It's been dry this spring.

Sargie's off tomorrow. The weather forecast is for 70 degrees, sunny, and no wind. Sounds like ideal fishing weather to me.

One thing for certain, I don't believe either of us will have any problems sleeping tonight. It's been a busy day for both of us.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...