The prettiest flowers growing on Pentoga Road are those that come up yearly without any help, the simple violet.

June 7, 2018 - Thursday evening

65 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Know how to keep a four year old busy? Give him two scraps of wood, a small hammer, and a few nails.

Hambone pounded away for quite a while until he hit his thumb. 

He'll learn. We've all been there/done that.

My little buddy wasn't slow in helping me work up some of the wood in the trailer. From helping to operate the log splitter to carrying some of the smaller pieces, he hung in there.

Growing tired of one chore, Grady moved into the kitchen and helped Grandma Sargie clean the inside of the refrigerator.

It was past noon and time for a promised picnic at the park. We stopped by Yooper Brother Mark's plant to leave something on the way.

This is the second day I've found his desk empty. Hmm, I'm not certain he really works there.

He later was seen driving a large truck outside. 

After another quick stop or two, we finally made our way to the park. There's nothing better than a Happy Meal picnic.

Hambone enjoyed every piece of playground equipment.

Grady fell asleep in his car seat coming home. Sargie carried him in the house where he continued to slumber for the next two hours. 

I think we wore the poor little guy down until there was no fuel left in the tank.

 While Hambone slept, Sargie helped me finish emptying the trailer.



 Both sheds were filled and we started adding to the wood piles in back under the tarps.

Hambone eventually rejoined the living so we hooked onto the trailer and took it back to the plant for another load of wood. One or two more should see us through the next winter or two.

While in town, we celebrated a wonderful day by getting ice cream cones and taking a leisurely drive home.

Ah, there's something about a four year old boy and pollywogs that create a perfect match.

Grady enjoyed catching one at a time and watching them swim in his hand. I think he ought to take home a jar full!

Tonight's been a quiet one. I can't speak for Hambone, but Grandma Sargie and I are about all done in.

Tomorrow? Who knows? I'm going to try to sneak out to the shop early and finish cutting out the letters. Grady and I are going to spread six barrels of wood chips in the aisles of the garden and no doubt, there'll be tadpoles to catch from the garden pond.

I don't know their name, but these wild flowers are growing by the water falls in the garden. Beautiful.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...