The ice is rotten and close to going out

April 25, 2019 - Thursday evening

54 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Darn that Carl the Weatherman anyway. After two nice days with highs in the 60's and drying conditions, Carl's saying our weather's going to turn cold and blustery with winds out of the northwest. 

Carl's been known to tell the occasional fib when it comes to forecasting the weather. We'll hope he's telling one now.

I rode with Sargie this morning partway down the road and walked back home. It was with particular pleasure that I met our new new neighbors, Sam, her baby girl, and Moose the dog. 

Sam and her husband bought the old Clark place which lies behind us about a mile. Mama and baby were out for a morning stroll.

More signs of spring are sprouting. It's nice to see some greenery mixed in with the brown undergrowth.

Once home, I tackled the sagging back deck problem. Thankfully, it appears that the supports upon which the middle of the deck sits have sunk, a fairly easy fix.

I was going to use a jack to make the supports  level, but Yooper Brother Mark reminded me that there's still frost in the ground and the deck very well could right itself.

He's right. I'll wait a few more days and see what happens.

I noticed the boat trailer had fallen off its stand and the bow was just a foot or two off the ground. With all the rain and melting snow of the past few weeks, the boat was filled with water.

In my much younger days, I became somewhat of an expert when it came to siphoning gasoline. Water/gasoline. Tomatoes/tamawtoes. It all requires the same skill. It wasn't long before the boat was emptied and the trailer set back upright.

I spent the afternoon in the garden just fiddling around. The rocks were removed from the waterfalls. 

They're in a pile elsewhere in the garden, well out of the way, and will be used again once the new garden pond is dug and operational.

I began emptying one of the raised beds of dirt. There are four, possibly five, that will have to be moved to make room for the new pond and garden house. 

This whole garden project is going to take most of the summer. My plan now is to have everything finished by Labor Day.

Sargie was home early tonight and we've had a typical quiet evening.

My bride is off tomorrow. I think I'll take my early morning walk then rake the foot of leaves that have covered the strawberry plants all winter. Showing green, it's time they see daylight. Other than that, I'll either shovel dirt from the raised beds in the garden or work on the garden house wall in the barn. No doubt, we'll go for our usual drive and get Sargie's Coke.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Thursday's sunset