What we woke up to this morning
April 14, 2021 - Wednesday morning
32 degrees/light snow/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Oh, c'mon Mother Nature, don't tease us with a dash of springtime weather only to take it away now. After a week of rain with chilly temperatures, this white stuff seems like a cruel joke. Thankfully, sunshine is to return by week's end.
My sister, Barb, sent this picture of the fresh asparagus they're harvesting in central Indiana. We're going to place B'ann in the cruel column along with Mother Nature. (Those mashed taters, gravy, and whatever else look almost as tantalizing as the asparagus!)
Barb also said they'll be harvesting fresh strawberries in another week.
In news from northern Maine, Josh sent this video of him and Wyatt sliding down a large hill close to where their mother lives. The retired USCG Commander and three munchkins are visiting this week.
At the other end of Maine, grandson, Coleman, who is eighth grade, is out in his twelve foot fishing boat on a pond that's finally ice free. I guess fishing has been slow so far, but like his daddy, Luke, he'll find 'em.
Luke spent countless hours in northern Maine fishing, whether it be on a lake, the St. John River that flowed near our home on the Canadian border, or even in the small trout stream that flowed alongside our house.
Back to the tip top of Maine, my friend, Eileen, sent this article and accompanying pictures of the local residents breaking the world's record for creating the largest ice carousel this past weekend.
By the way, the photos are taken by Paul Cyr, a former student of mine from many years ago.
Long Lake was just down the road from our home. The boys and I were there almost every day during the long and dark winter months ice fishing. It certainly provided many meals along with hours of entertainment for all of us.
I love the Upper Peninsula and of course, Alaska, and how I loved northern Maine and its French speaking people. I've been fortunate to have lived in three of most beautiful (and sometimes wildest) places in North America.
Back on Pentoga Road, Tuesday was spent in the shop working on Cheeks' sign.
The flowers and leaves were finally finished. With Sargie's help, we experimented with how to best place them on the sign.
Letters were placed in one area, flowers in another. Unsatisfied, all would be removed and we'd begin again. More flowers? Less flowers?
It would be so much easier if the kids would have given Cheeks a name with fewer letters. Perhaps a name like Ed.
We finally arrived at a design we both liked. I think once it's all said and done, everything will come together.
I wasn't sure how well the mahogany letters would cover with pink paint. There was nothing to worry about in the end.
As of now, Cheeks' sign is right on track to be finished by this coming Sunday, the day of her baptism.
I finally took my walk late Tuesday afternoon. The day had been a full one.
It appears today will be almost a carbon copy of yesterday. It will take most the day to paint the flowers, one petal at a time, a most tedious job.
First, I'm heading out the door for my morning walk. You don't think this model-like body of mine stays this way by making little girly fifi flowers, do you?
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
I carry my loaded pack, base weight, sixteen pounds, three days a week and when asked, tell the neighbors that Sargie kicked me out of the house. Once the pack is fully loaded with food and water, it should still weigh less than twenty pounds. I'll let the youngsters on the AT carry those packs weighing fifty pounds or more.
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