GRANDON, WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOU?

JAKE DIGGING THE TREE HOLE, WHILE ART, A SHADOW OF HIS FORMER SELF, LOOKS ON..

...I HAVE NEVER ENCOUNTERED A WORSE PLANTING SOIL

Saturday, 7:30 AM.  46 degrees F at the ferry dock, 40 on the back porch.  Wind variable and calm.  The sky is clear save for a few on the southeast horizon.  Humidity 82%, the barometer more or less steady, now at 30.24", predicting fair skies, seasonally mild temperatures, no rain and no frost for the next ten days.  Beautiful!

   We are all set for the planting of Grandon Harris' memorial tree this morning, at 10:00 AM at the Brownstone Trailhead at the juncture of Wilson Ave. and 3rd St.  We dug the hole for the tree yesterday afternoon.  I am useless with my ailing arm, so Jake Geisler had do the dirty work all by himself, and it was a tough task, as it was about the worst soil I have ever encountered.

    Grandon was always ready to take his turn at any tree board task, mental or physical, and we sure could have used him yesterday afternoon.  Grandon, where were you when we needed you?