Saturday was spent planting potatoes and filling the large flower planter

Mothers Day!

May 8, 2016 - Sunday 

32 degrees/clear/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Happy Mother's Day to all who are a mother, are married to a mother, or are the child of a mother. 

So today, I say a prayer of gratitude and pay homage to mothers everywhere, but especially for my mom, who has so lovingly cared and nurtured my sister and me for well over sixty years, to Sargie, the mother of four boys, and to my sons' mother, also the mom of four, when I say thank you and God Bless. Happy Mother's Day. This is your day.

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After a grocery run Saturday morning, the rest of the day was spent outside. Grady and Sargie did most the work. Me? Still healing, I wasn't allowed to do much. Mostly, I was just along for the ride.

Munching on a slice of tangerine, Grady's had his bath, is dressed, and ready to go grocery shopping.

We took advantage of several items at a local grocery's one-day-sale.

This is the second young grandchild I've seen reading this week. Grady's checking out the bargains... even reading the sales flyer upside down. It must be in the genes.

Grady was good to help unload the car.

Once home, it was time to change clothes and help PawPaw plant potatoes.

I was impressed. He quickly learned to put the cut side down, leaving the eyes facing up, then pressed the potato gently into the soil. The boy has the makings of a master gardener.

Grady also helped to haul compost to spread on top of the potatoes.

And needed only a little help from Grandma Sargie when the going got rough in the garden.

It was time for a break and what better place to take one than the sandbox?

Though they tend to get into each other's way when in the house, outside, Brutus seldom lets Grady get out of his sight. In the yard or the woods, they are best buddies.

It was time to get back to work, this time, helping Grandma Sargie haul top soil and compost to fill the large planter attached to the greenhouse.

Compost is almost as much fun as sand!

Here, Grandma, let me help

In the end, the planter was filled and made ready for this coming growing season.



It was a tired two-year-old boy, his Grandma Sargie, and even PawPaw, who finally called it a day and trudged indoors last night. After all that gardening, playing in the sandbox, and hauling soil, Grady was about all done in.




What makes everything worthwhile and feel better is, following a bath, when Grandma Sargie holds the little guy tight and lets him know how very special he is to this grandma and grandpa.



It was early to bed and everyone slept well through the night.

Macrea will be along after while to pick up Grady. He will be attending Mother's Day activities on the other side of the family.

Sargie has to work from noon to five at the Vision Center. I'm going to fire up the smoker and do a fifteen pound turkey that we purchased yesterday on sale. I'll freeze half for the future and the rest will provide us with plenty of eating and sandwich meat for the next couple of weeks.

It's time to awaken Sargie and the get the day started.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...