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Looks as though she's off to daycare.

May 21, 2019 - Tuesday

26 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

With the monsoons temporarily halted, Sargie and I spent most of Monday working in the yard. The temperature was in the fifties with a nice breeze and plenty of sunshine.

The honeyberries are in blossom. If this year is like the past, we should be eating handful's of the sweet/tart berries in another two to three weeks.

After my usual walk and a big breakfast, Sargie and headed to town and the DMV. All three vehicle registrations were due as well as my driver's licence renewal. Wanting a secure license, one that will allow me to fly domestically, I dug into our safe deposit box and found my birth certificate, the one with my cute little feet imprinted on the back.

The DMV was more than happy to take $300 for the vehicle registrations, but refused my driver's licence as the birth certificate was issued by the hospital, not the county. I told the clerk that she could compare the teeny feet printed on the certificate to those currently attached to the bottom of my ankles as proof that I'm me.

She didn't even crack a smile. Some people have no sense of humor.

Once home, a quick call to the Hancock County Courthouse in Carthage, Illinois, ensured that copies of the original certificate will soon be in the mail, sans footprints. 

Jambo had given us a bucket of day lily bulbs, Sargie's favorite flower. My bride donned her yard garb and set to work planting the bulbs alongside the wood shed.

That gal sure has the yard looking good and if all her flowers mature, it will be colorful.

The sand cherry bushes that Sargie and I transplanted a few weeks ago are beginning to blossom, giving the side yard the look of spring.

While my bride was raking, digging, and planting, I got busy disassembling a pyramid that was rotting from the bottom.

There's already the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I wonder if there's any money to made by owning the Leaning Pyramid of Pentoga?

The joker who built these must have used a hundred billion million and fourteen screws.

I should have just burned the thing and picked up the screws after, but opted to spend half the afternoon salvaging each. 

I worked my way down from the top, taking off several boards then shoveling dirt into the dump wagon. 

Next to go was the old flower planter, the trug. 

The several feet of snow that fell from the roof of the barn about did it in. I could repair and straighten the thing, but just like the garden, I'm tired of the look and set the planter behind the barn. No doubt, I'll give it a new look in the future, but for this year, the trug as been put out to pasture.

Sargie was still planting her flowers. I grabbed a gallon jug of filler and after cleaning out several of the caverns caused by this year's frost heaves, began working on the drive.

The hard winter did some serious damage to the pavement, but nothing that can't be repaired. I'll continue to fill the cracks this summer and at some point, seal the entire drive before cold weather arrives next fall.

The water is beginning to recede in the garden and if/when we go a few days without rain, I should be able to continue digging. I snapped this picture Monday morning and already, the current level is about half of what it was.

Today's highs are forecast to be near 70 accompanied by bright sunshine. The yard is beginning to look a bit shabby so it's time to turn Sargie loose on the riding mower. I have a couple of things going in the shop, plus I'd like to get the openings made for the windows in the rear wall of the garden house. Regardless, the day won't be wasted. 

Time to get this uploaded and go for my walk.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...