Grady and his daddy, Macrea

May 24, 2014 - Sunday evening

58 degrees/rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

The house seems eerily quiet tonight. Gone is the laughter of a little boy, the squeals, and continual dialogue that only he can understand.

Since the internet was out this morning, I pulled an "old school" and was in the garden shortly after daylight.

A row of pole beans. The trellis will be built later in the growing season when they begin to send out runners.

It felt good to be working in the dirt so early, listening to a local Tom turkey trying to attract a late-season female.

Strawberries in blossom

By late morning, I'd planted the tomatoes, sunflowers, cucumbers, winter squash, and three types of beans. Rain was in the forecast and I wanted to take advantage of it.

Grady was up fairly early this morning. Sargie finished washing some of Macrea's laundry and both packed Grady's goodies in preparation of leaving.

I took leave of the garden to come in the house and have one last good play session with my little buddy. He can roll a mean ball.

Grady and his daddy left early this afternoon. Neither Sargie or I wanted them to leave. Oh well, there's always next time.

Grady and Macrea, sound asleep Saturday night.

Jerad and his friend, Jenna, stopped for a visit. After, Sargie and I took our usual Sunday afternoon drive.

This evening has been spent watching television. I've been busy grading weekly assignments and trying to keep abreast as they pour in. This week's assignments are due tomorrow.

It's raining... real honest-to-goodness rain. Half an inch is forecast to fall during the nighttime hours, another half an inch tomorrow morning. That much precipitation would be a lifesaver.

Swallowtail Butterfly

Sargie is back to work on Monday. Yooper Brother Mark and I have talked about going fishing, but it's looking iffy at best because of the weather. Failing that, I'll enjoy the rain.

I need to let Brutus out to do his nightly duties and pack Sargie's lunch. Then it will be time to go to bed. This grandpa and grandma are two tired kids tonight. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...