What's that? Green poking from beneath the snow? Looks as though we should have a strawberry crop this year.

March 27, 2019 - Wednesday

37 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I couldn't believe when I walked past the strawberry patch yesterday afternoon and saw green leaves on a few of the plants. What we wouldn't give for just one fresh berry right now, not the big, hollow, ones that are in the stores, but a real juicy red one.

It's a speed write again this morning. Sargie leaves in a few minutes and I want to ride with her and walk a few miles home.

Tuesday was busy, but I'm not sure how I can make cleaning the barn sound exciting. Believe me, it wasn't. I ended the day wishing that Sargie would quit making such a mess out there. Yeah...

I did mount the solar light on the flag pole.

We've been meaning to get one for over a year and finally found what we wanted during our last trip to Rhinelander. 

I drove to town later in the afternoon to buy two pieces of rolled steel to replace those lost on the bucket of the tractor. The normal place where I've gone before was out and wouldn't have any until next week. I tried the other welding shop in town, but as usual, he was way too expensive and was snooty after I asked him if the steel was made of pure gold. I thanked him and walked out. The least a person can do is be nice and laugh at my cheap jokes.

While in town, I stopped by the lumber yard and purchased twenty five 2x4's. It's official, with the barn clean and the first lumber purchased, I can begin construction on the garden house.

Sargie was home early and we enjoyed a supper of grilled burgers, wild rice, and fresh mushrooms. As usual, I ate way too much.

Sargie opens this morning, but is off at 2:30 this afternoon and doesn't work again until next Monday. Now that her boss is back from sick leave, she's back to part time. It's nice. I like seeing my girl more than an hour here or an hour there.

I'll go for my walk this morning then begin to lay out the first wall of the garden house. 

Someone asked if it's really a shed, but then I'm fearful my friend, Norieene, who's currently basking in sunny Florida, would call it a "she shed". To build such a feminine sounding structure could cause my self esteem to be perceptibly diminished, so I'm calling it a garden house. Somehow, that sounds more refined than referring to it as a "man shack".

No matter the name, it's time to get the day started. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

With the days growing warmer, the firewood pile is shrinking. Worry not, there's enough for another six weeks of burning if needed.