Mike, Cosmo, and Pickles the Dog

August 19, 2020 - Wednesday morning

56 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I see where got a bit of a shower overnight. More rain is predicted this evening.

It was a busy time on Pentoga Road yesterday. Sargie departed early for Iron Mountain and left me to my own devices.

I was initially going to play in the shop, but the temperatures were cool accompanied by a nice breeze. The end trees in front needed trimming and there was no time like the present.

It took most of the day and no small amount of muscle and chainsaw work, but in the end, the lower boughs were removed. As Sargie later commented, it makes the front yard and newly landscaped area look much cleaner.

Sargie arrived home mid afternoon and we left shortly after to have supper and visit our friends, Mike and Cosmo.

Each time we either visit or I see pictures of their yard and gardens, I come away inspired. I fancy myself somewhat of a gardener, but after seeing what the guys are doing with theirs, I realize I'm a mere novice with much to learn.

I'm fighting this urge to rip my garden up and start over, but knowing there's nothing but pure rock and gravel under my raised beds, I'll continue as I have.

We talked gardens, ponds, greenhouses, and of course, of life. 

Sargie and I were introduced to Pickles and Knuckles. Knuckles had the tendency to be a knucklehead, but Pickles, who could have starred in the movie Gremlins, was a quiet, unconditional love, type of dog.



Supper? Spaghetti anyone?

The guys said it takes them two full days to make their sauce. The "gravy," as Cosmo calls it, was an out of this world sauce accompanied by huge meatballs and Italian sausage.  Garlic bread completed the perfect meal. 

Lord, we ate... and ate some more... then ate even more after that.

Cosmo getting ready to dig in

I'm not sure I've ever had a better pasta dish and any I have in the future will be judged against Cosmo and Mike's.

To say I slept well last night would be a vast understatement. After working all day trimming and carrying limbs, then suffering from gluttony last evening, my body was crying Uncle before we arrived back on Pentoga Road.

Sargie and sister, Nancy, are off to Escanaba today to do girl stuff. I'm going for a late hike then plan to spend most of the day in the shop. It's clean. Too clean. I think it needs a layer of sawdust covering everything to be complete.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...