Lake Pentoga's brimming at its banks

April 26, 2019 - Friday evening

43 degrees/clear skies/windy

Pentoga Road

The ground may be drying, but much of the property remains underwater. Since the water table is so high here in the valley, I don't look for the water level to go down anytime soon.

This has been a day where Sargie and I have done a bit of everything. With the thermometer registering a good twenty degrees colder than twenty-four hours earlier, I headed out the door bright and early to rake the leaves off the strawberry patch.

The bed has three tiers. The closer the tiers are to the barn, the more advanced the growth of the strawberries.



The top tier nearest the south facing wall is at least two weeks ahead of the bottom where the plants are furthest away. Regardless, it appears most the plants made it through the long, cold, winter and should produce a decent crop this year.

Sargie needed a prescription so she used Doctor on Demand, via the internet, for a quick video appointment.

Amazing how modern technology can now bring the doctor's office into our living room. The cost is a fraction of what an appointment in a conventional office would be.

Sargie and I took our usual drive around the area and saw that most of the lakes are breaking up. If the wind continues, they could be completely ice free in the next twenty four hours.

Sargie and I should be fishing within a few weeks. It can't come soon enough. 

We observed the first of the springtime wildflowers are beginning to bloom.

Back home, with Sargie's help, I got the little blue four wheeler started for the year.

She towed me onto the road where the old ATV fired to life. It's run great since.

We also put the snowblower away for the season and got out the riding mower. 

I'll be taking the mower to the dealer's this next week for it's annual tune up and oil change.

Sargie outdid herself tonight by preparing jumbo shrimp, sautéed in butter. 

Those, along with baked potatoes made for a great meal.

Sargie opens the Vision Center Saturday morning.

Every year at this time, Sargie heaves a few big rocks at the ice just to see how rotten it really is. 

I'll go for my usual walk then play the rest of the day by ear. I've got a friend with whom I've been teaching, who is beginning a retail garden bedding plant business near here. I told him I'd help stretch poly film on his greenhouse tomorrow if the wind subsides. Otherwise, I'm planning on building the last garden house wall. No matter what, Saturday looks to be a busy day.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...