Our yard men

Bob and our youngest grandson, Michael, worked hard this afternoon, planting, weeding, mowing, and all that stuff, while I worked in the house. Gulliver was the job foreman. When Bob works in the yard, Gully isn't far away.

It has been a cool and overcast day. The temperature never reached 70 degrees and the sun never showed up, despite the prediction of partly sunny and 72. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

This is the third of our seven grandchildren that I have blipped this week. The oldest two appeared on Father's Day.