You can't fish all day if you don't start in the morning.

From sunrise donuts to campfire s'mores under a giant pink moon, the boys pulled so many bass out of Poppy's pond this week. They didn't actually fish all day, putting rods down for things like board games and chainsaws, french fries and BB guns.

Tucker circled the perimeter when it was time to go, tenderly recognizing the best gift of resuming more regular activity: time we can once again spend with family.