Some of my earliest memories are of when I helped my father with chores around the yard. Later, Peter and Becke were always with me and of course helping as best they could since they were very little. Now, the tradition continues. This afternoon Peter was moving topsoil to the upper garden of the Hazelnut Inn. It was demanding work, loading the the topsoil into wheelbarrow by hand and then pushing it up a series of ramps and curving walkways to the very top. Henry, of course, wanted to help. We fetched his personal shovel and wheelbarrow and he set to work, rapidly narrating his every move, as is his style. Henry of course, insisted on leading the way up the ramps, with grampa standing close to encourage and steady him when needed. Peter and I both chuckled as we watched. Because Henry worked so hard it only took a little longer than if he hadn’t been there. The rich payoff was worth every bit of wait. It is a wonderful tradition!