Cheeks receives the sacrament of baptism today

April 18, 2021 - Sunday morning

24 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

This is one of those down and dirty entries as I slept in this morning and we have to be at the 10 AM mass in Iron Mountain for Cheek's baptism. 

As Julie Andrews sang, "Get me to the church on time," although I dare say it's for a different reason.

Talk about busy, Saturday was it. It began with a long morning walk. Sargie left me off several miles down the road on her way to Mel's shower. The sun was bright, the temperatures almost perfect with little or no wind.

Arriving home, I heard a noise in one of the traps and saw that I'd captured a red pine squirrel.

These squirrels aren't the rabbit-sized, happy, creatures that are content to munch on acorns in the local city park. Ours are bushy tailed rats that delight in chewing holes in the soffit of your home to gain entry, then capture a person while he's sleeping and tie him up before eating everything in the kitchen.

The backhoe started surprisingly easy Saturday morning. Not looking a gift backhoe in the bucket, I took it to the garden where two large honey berry bushes were removed, leaving only the middle bush.

It was a chore to take down that section of the electric fence and wind my way between the posts and green house, but it was well worth it.

Our friend, Rose, had said she would take any starts from the honey berry bushes, so I loaded the two bushes onto the trailer and delivered those.

Not having seen Tim and Rose for some time, it was good to catch up.

There were two spruce trees growing between the back yard and front meadow that I almost cut down ten years ago. In the past few years, their roots have grown above ground making mowing all but impossible.

I was on a roll. Why not?

It's amazing how small a tree looks until it's lying on the ground. 

I didn't want to mess around cutting the boughs off and adding to the burn pile, so I simply lifted each tree, one at a time, with the tractor and took them to the rear of the property where only the brave dare to trod.

I also took the opportunity to trim several low hanging boughs from the spruce tree in the back yard.

With that mess out of the way, there were two stumps to deal with. Once again, the backhoe came galloping to the rescue.

Digging was going well until the beast quit. There's still something wrong with the engine, but I'm grateful it gave me a good day's worth of work. We'll get it figured out sooner or later.

Sargie took a few shower pictures yesterday, so here they are. I don't know many of the ladies shown. I do know that Sargie said she had a good time and enjoyed everyone's company.

Last evening found Sargie and me making a huge French toast casserole to share after Cheek's baptism. Macrea and Mel are hosting a family gathering at their home after.

Three loaves of French bread, eighteen eggs, gallons of whole milk, bags of brown sugar, and of course, a partridge in a pear tree!

Whoops, got to run. Time's a wastin'!

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Two Tom turkeys fighting over a woman on our back trail