That's Abby June Bug performing during Saturday's

dance recital

May 17, 2021 - Monday morning

43 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Isn't she elegant? It's hard to believe that Mississippi Garry and Miss Jody's granddaughter has blossomed from the little, squiggly, thing she once was into a this beautiful, graceful, young woman. It makes Uncle Tom feel old, but mighty proud. 

Abby June Bug's older brother, James, aka Nolan, is graduating from high school this year. Hard to believe. 

James is every bit as much a class act as his younger sister and brother. It seems to run in the family. One thing's for certain, Sargie and I dearly love all three. 

Sunday's walk started out foggy. I mean foggy.

It's a good thing I'm not afraid of the boogie man or I'd have turned tail and ran back home.

I made yet more new friends while walking on Sunday. George and Rae have a camp just a mile and a half from our home. I've walked past the drive leading back to their camp daily for years, but for whatever reason, have never met them.

It's always a pleasure to make new friends and George and Rae were no exception.

I'd gone just a bit further when Sue and Dave drove up from behind. They were on their way home after a weekend at their camp.

I told Sargie that I saw more people yesterday morning than I normally see in an entire week. 

Back on Pentoga Road, we kept busy, too busy. When I wasn't laying landscape cloth or working on the aisles in the garden, we were going back and forth to the plant for another load of shavings.

Thankfully, it wasn't windy and I was able to lay the landscape cloth by myself. 

Meanwhile, Sargie kept busy either vacuuming both cars or scrubbing the seats with upholstery cleaner.

The aisles in the west end of the garden were finally finished.

Two trips were made to the plant for chips. I don't know what I'd have done without Sargie's help as she not only helped fill the barrels, but would slide each to the rear of the large trailer so I could hoist it off and into the back of the Blazer.

Back home, Sargie continued cleaning the cars while I resumed my work in the garden. With Elvis blaring from the garden stereo, we both sang and bebopped our chores away.

That scenario played out several times over the day. She'd do her thing until I ran out of chips, then we'd hop in the Blazer and drive to town for more.

I was finally able to began work on the orchard side of the garden.

Though one section is finished, there's still a full day's work, possibly two, before it will be finished.

Tired from hauling chips, I began installing edging to separate the areas where the gravel and wood chips meet. 

Sargie and I made one last trip to town late in the afternoon for the final load of the day. I'll continue spreading those today.

Last night found us dirty, tired, and hungry. After a sprint through the shower, we enjoyed grilled burgers along with corn on the cob for supper.

Today should be much the same as yesterday. I'll go for my usual walk then return home to the garden. With temperatures forecast to reach 80 degrees, it makes a person's mind think of actually planting and getting the season started for real. I know it's too early, but still, the temptation is there. (Snow over Memorial Day weekend is not unheard of.)

Observing a lone hummingbird fly through yesterday caused me to brew up a batch of syrup water and hang the feeder.

At some point, I need to make an appointment at the tire store in Iron Mountain to have two new tires installed on the Kia along with a front end alignment. Depending on the timing, that could throw a wrench into everything. (Get it? C'mon cut me some slack. It was there for free for cryin' out loud.)

Okay, enough foolishness. Time to get the day started.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...