Looking at the green grass peeking out from under the snow, you KNOW spring is at hand, isn't it?

April 28, 2021 - Wednesday morning

35 degrees/light rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm growing weary of this cycle of rain and drizzle. We needed the moisture earlier to make up for this winter's lack of snowfall, but hey, c'mon, Mother Nature, throw us a bone, eh? A bit of sunshine every now and then would be most appreciated.

In the forecast?

Let's see.

 Rain today, thundershowers on Thursday, but wait! Could it be? Really? No, I mean, REALLY?

Sunshine on Friday!

Dang, what will the poor people be doing?

Tuesday began with my usual walk to Pentoga Village and back. 

I was delighted when my friend, Big Jim, from Pennsylvania called. Initially, I was in Pentoga Village with negative bars of Verizon reception, so our conversation was limited until I jogged up Pentoga Hill. 

Poor guy. I was breathing so hard after running up the steep and long incline that I must have sounded like an ancient leaky bellows.

A seasoned fellow hiker, Jim's done his share of trekking, a big part of it out in the Bitterroot Range of the Rockies. Conservative in nature we talk the same language and enjoy exchanging occasional emails.

Good talking to you. Thanks for calling, Big Jim.

Back home, Sargie and I made our way to Escanaba. Stops were made at the usual places including Harbor Freight where I purchased the recommended replacement for the old motor. A horsepower less, it's more powerful and several cc's larger. 

While I was shopping in Harbor Freight, Sargie spent her time next door at Marshall's where she found a dress, along with some lotions and potions.

We enjoyed lunch at The Swedish Pantry in Escanaba. Sargie talked at length with the owner and discovered they were related in some way by marriage a generation or two back through Sargie's grandmother, Blanch Labranche from Labranche, Michigan. 

No day would be complete without a drive of some kind (even though we'd already driven an hour and a half from home). We took our time touring Escanaba and driving along Lake Michigan.

A quick stop was made to visit Sargie's sister, Trish, on the way home and the grandfather clock was chiming six times before we arrived back on Pentoga Road.

I'm heading out for my morning walk before tackling the engine project. There's an adaptor to pull from the shaft of the old motor and a few other things that need to be done before mounting the new one on the backhoe. The Lord and weather willing, it should be up and running before day's end.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...