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| No more preschool for Hambone. Next stop is kindergarten. |
48 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I'm up and at 'em, trying to get all correspondence done before the day begins. It promises to be a busy one.
Friday dawned sunny and warm. I was perched on the backhoe soon after Sargie left for work and managed to dig out another terrace on the north side of the pond. It was mid morning, sweat was dripping into my eyes, my backside hurt from sitting so long, and I just wasn't having any fun.
Wait a minute. Wait a cotton pickin' minute!
Aren't I doing this pond project because I wanted to? A challenge? Something enjoyable?
With those thoughts, I turned off the backhoe and walked away, making a resolution that no more meaningful work will be done on the pond until I arrive home from next week's hike.
Familiarity breeds contempt and right now, I'm tired of dirt and rocks, rocks and dirt, and even more dirt and rocks. No doubt, I'll be ready, if not eager, to continue after a week away.
I talked with my pondologist, Cosmo, yesterday and they'll be coming over sometime in the next week or two for dinner and to help me map out the next stages of the pond. I've certainly discovered that having a working, beautiful, sizable, garden pond is more than just digging a big hole. It takes no small amount of engineering. Thankfully, I have Cosmo and Mike to teach and guide me or I'd be in a world of hurt.
I spent the rest of the morning playing in the garden, the orchard, or making another filter for the temporary goldfish pond.
Looks as though we'll have a good crop of blueberries this year. The bushes are lush with blossoms.
I set to work making a filter from a waterfalls pump, an ice cream pail, some bailing twine, and polyester batting that is used when making a quilt.
With the warm weather, the algae has taken over the pond. The goldfish don't seem to mind, but I do. The pumps suck the water through the quilt batting and strains out much of the algae making the water quality much better.
I took a late morning stroll up to Jambo's to check on the camp and found this bird lying dead on the back porch.
It appears to have flown into a window, but was in perfect condition. I'm not certain what it is, but it's beautiful. No doubt, Matt in Sitka, or Jambo, will let me know.
While sitting in the shade on the back porch yesterday, I saw an indigo bunting, a gajillion bluebirds, and had a rare sighting of a Baltimore oriole. Jambo has a regular bird sanctuary up on the hill.... and he also has a bird feeder.
Time was spent repairing more cracks in the drive caused by last spring's frost heaves. It's an ongoing, never ending, process in the north country.
Mark and Isabella stopped by on their way to Iron Mountain. They were going to do some shopping and asked what was needed for tonight's camp out.
I just, this minute, received a text from Yooper Brother Mark, saying Isabella has on her swimming suit and is ready to go kayaking... and it's not yet 8 AM!
Think someone might be a bit excited?
Friday afternoon was spent mowing the yard surrounding the house. With the recent warm weather, the grass has been growing about an inch a day. The outlying areas can go a week without being sheared, but it's good to have the lawn nice and neat.
I was hot and tired and needed to cool off. I climbed into Mom's car, cranked up the air conditioning and made my way to the lake.
It felt wonderful to sit on the dock with my feet in the water.
Sargie and Hambone arrived home late in the afternoon. We had a good evening, most of it spent outdoors, watering plants and following Grandma Sargie around as she did whatever it is Grandma Sargie does after a long, hard, day in the Vision Center.
Today's a big day, one dedicated to a couple of five year-olds. Poor Grandma Sargie has to work and closes tonight, but we've promised to save some marshmallows for her to roast when she gets home.
Oops, I hear Hambone upstairs. He just walked into our bedroom and is no doubt in bed with Grandma Sargie. That can only mean one thing, he'll be flying down the steps in no time.
It's time to get this show on the road.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
I set to work making a filter from a waterfalls pump, an ice cream pail, some bailing twine, and polyester batting that is used when making a quilt.
With the warm weather, the algae has taken over the pond. The goldfish don't seem to mind, but I do. The pumps suck the water through the quilt batting and strains out much of the algae making the water quality much better.
I took a late morning stroll up to Jambo's to check on the camp and found this bird lying dead on the back porch.
It appears to have flown into a window, but was in perfect condition. I'm not certain what it is, but it's beautiful. No doubt, Matt in Sitka, or Jambo, will let me know.
While sitting in the shade on the back porch yesterday, I saw an indigo bunting, a gajillion bluebirds, and had a rare sighting of a Baltimore oriole. Jambo has a regular bird sanctuary up on the hill.... and he also has a bird feeder.
Time was spent repairing more cracks in the drive caused by last spring's frost heaves. It's an ongoing, never ending, process in the north country.
Mark and Isabella stopped by on their way to Iron Mountain. They were going to do some shopping and asked what was needed for tonight's camp out.
Isabella informed me that Grandma had already bought BIG marshmallows.
Mark helped me drag the kayaks off the rack. I began pressure washing the four, along with the paddles, as soon as they left. Isabella picked out two smaller ones, one for Grady and one for her.
I just, this minute, received a text from Yooper Brother Mark, saying Isabella has on her swimming suit and is ready to go kayaking... and it's not yet 8 AM!
Think someone might be a bit excited?
Friday afternoon was spent mowing the yard surrounding the house. With the recent warm weather, the grass has been growing about an inch a day. The outlying areas can go a week without being sheared, but it's good to have the lawn nice and neat.
I was hot and tired and needed to cool off. I climbed into Mom's car, cranked up the air conditioning and made my way to the lake.
It felt wonderful to sit on the dock with my feet in the water.
Sargie and Hambone arrived home late in the afternoon. We had a good evening, most of it spent outdoors, watering plants and following Grandma Sargie around as she did whatever it is Grandma Sargie does after a long, hard, day in the Vision Center.
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| Typical boy. He HAD to try to blow out the bug torch, something even windy Hambone was unable to do. |
Oops, I hear Hambone upstairs. He just walked into our bedroom and is no doubt in bed with Grandma Sargie. That can only mean one thing, he'll be flying down the steps in no time.
It's time to get this show on the road.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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