A Long Haul

I wish I had grabbed my camera at first site of this huge piece of wood or limb or whatever you want to call it. It all started with a knock on the door, followed by several boys yelping in excitement at what they had brought Blaise. How they brought this piece of wood from the bottom of a huge hill and down the street to our house is beyond me. I had a neighbor to later tell me he saw, "the boys," dragging it down the street. Blaise is loving to build, saw, drill, and measure right now, so they were all in heaven in our backyard with their safety glasses on. Oh the imaginations and innocence of childhood!