50 degrees/cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road
Happy Memorial Day. I hope everyone takes a moment to remember those who have fought for our country, to ensure that we have the freedom to agree and disagree, and to live in the greatest nation in the world.
After Saturday's activities, Sunday was a more laid back day. Macrea and I took a three mile hike to the Brule River bridge and back.
We're both getting excited for our four day/forty-two mile hike along Lake Superior in a couple of weeks.
Macrea and I were walking and chatting when we heard a familiar voice at the top of a tall hill. Imagine the surprise when we saw Hambone running towards us with Grandma Sargie not far behind.
We had a pleasant morning and it wasn't long after that the boys left for a birthday party in Iron Mountain. After catching our breaths, Grandma and I headed out the door.
Sargie donned her gloves and finished planting this summer's geraniums.
I made my way to the garden and started digging.
This whole pond/garden/garden house project has become almost overwhelming. I'm not the type to panic, but between mechanical problems, rain, and some indecision on my part, I've become quite uneasy over the magnitude of the task that lies before me.
After more minor repairs on the backhoe, I began, then shut the machine down. Usually one to take the lead, I needed direction, some reassurance that what I was doing would be okay.
There's a reason God puts people in our lives with a better vision than our own. I went to my go-to person, Sargie.
With tape measure and stakes in hand, we walked to the garden and in her usual calm demeanor, she helped me to see what the pond could look like if I dug it one way, then another, then pointed out a third possibility. She gave some options that honestly, I couldn't see because I've been too close to the work.
In the end, stakes were pounded and I began the task of filling in some areas that had been previously excavated and digging in new places.
I felt much better last night when I turned the backhoe off. As is often the case, it was Sargie to the rescue.
And no, regardless what she may tell you, she's not the boss'a me!
Jambo and Germain stopped by for a visit last evening.
It was good to visit and catch up on the news. Jambo's excited that he caught a decent crappie in fairly shallow water. The fishing season in this area is about to get real.
Sargie and I were early to bed last night. We were both tired after a busy weekend.
We'll be off to Foster City and Milligan Mountain later this morning for the annual Mighty Milligan Memorial Day Celebration. There'll be hugs, kisses, talking, laughing, and of course, food galore.
Naturally, after a near perfect weekend with the temperature in the 70's, today's forecast calls for rain with a high of 52. That's okay, inside or out, we make our own fun.
It's time to get this show on the road and get the day started.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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