A late February thaw struck with a vengeance on Tuesday

February 27, 2018 - Tuesday evening

37 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

If a person didn't have spring fever before today, he definitely does now. This afternoon saw a high of fifty-seven degrees.

That being said, little time was spent inside today. Grady arrived around 8 AM and as soon as he was settled in eating breakfast with Grandma Sargie, I took off for Pentoga Village, a walk of three and a half miles.

We saw several plows today cleaning what little snow there was left on the roads and pushing the snow banks back from the shoulders. March is our snowiest month and it wouldn't be unusual to have several large snowfalls before April arrives.

Grady, Sargie, and I, spent some time outdoors this morning. We did everything throughout the day from making a snow cave and playing King of the Mountain, to having a snowball fight.

We came in for a break around noon. Sargie read Grady a new book as we relaxed.

Hambone was especially interested in wearing my cap that contains a blue tooth speaker and microphone. He calls it my magic cap.

After a quick trip to town we returned home and the three of us enjoyed a walk of just over a mile. 

Actually, Hambone and I raced almost all the way back, six tenths of a mile with few stops. I can't speak for my three year old counterpart, but Pawpaw was a tired boy once we arrived home.

The afternoon brought digging a snow fort followed by a huge snowball fight.

Grandma Sargie performed jihad pelting both Hambone and me repeatedly with snowballs.

Grady found the best place to hide was inside his snow fort.

On the offensive, his famous words were, "Watch out Grandma Sargie. I'm locked and loaded! You're going downtown!"

Off he'd go on the attack.

After pelting Grandma Sargie, the tables would once again be turned and there'd be laughing and screaming as she chased him across the drive.

So the afternoon went. It was a tired Hambone, Grandma Sargie, and Pawpaw, who came in the house shortly before dark.

The battlefield

Daddy arrived late in the afternoon and we enjoyed a great supper of Grandma Sargie's homemade chili. After a good visit, the boys took off for home.



Sargie's back to work tomorrow and closes Wednesday night. I'll go for my usual walk then I hope to work in the shop the rest of the day.

Then again, with warm temperatures forecast, who knows what I may end up doing?



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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...