harvest

We've had a good season, despite the strange weather. The boys helped quite a bit this year, and are pretty proud of themselves.







Ollie loves to munch out of the herb garden.




A farmer boy has to catch a bit of relaxation somehow:

summer fun

My mom was just here for a nice long visit between moving out of one Manhattan apartment and into another. We did all kinds of fun stuff, starting with the Co*mo Zoo and Como*to*wn.



They have an amazing butterfly exhibit right now.






By strange coincedence, Sparky the S*eal died two days after I took this picture.


We took our time, ate a nice lunch, and then Omie treated us to a trip on a sternwh*eeler boat down the Mississippi.



It was the first time in their conscious memory that they'd been on a boat, which they'd been asking about forever. Ollie now claims that Omie will take him on a submarine someday. I've tried to emphasize that a subway is more likely, but he's not entirely convinced his dream will never happen. We'll have to straighten this out in November, when we go to New York for Thanksgiving (and see the new apartment!),





The next evening, Grandma and Grandpa came over. (Sorry, Steve --I got no good pics of you that day).


The front yard is a popular place these days.

Here the boys are "making a map", mostly out of the contencts of their nature basket, which is filled with items from our walks.




No*ah scoots himself along like this by raising and lowering his rear.


Trike jam.






Shucks.


This was the view from our front steps on National Night Out, a block party night where the streets get blocked off. It was very well attended, and the kids loved the visiting fire truck and being able to run in the street.







2 Sunds*seths on a log at Minne*haha Creek, a creek near our house that feeds into the Missi*ssippi. In a few days, we're heading up to It*asca State Park to camp and wade in the headwaters of the Mississippi.


Totally random picture- but I love it because I love how the boys will sit quietly and draw or read books together. They also do their share of wrestling and hollering, but they seem to enjoy finding some peaceful moments together these days.




"Look, Mama! For our nature basket!"

We went on a summer hike to the wildflower garden with my mom too. A few weeks earlier, Joe*l and I and the boys went to the Quak*ing Tama*rack Bog in the same park, and Ollie fell into the muck. He was completely submurged, and I pulled him out by his arm - kind of scary, because what if we hadn't seen him fall in? It was much deeper than it looked, and he can't swim. But he was ok, if sputtering. Ollie has a great attitude, and being carried back to the car in just my sweatshirt he was already saying, "that wasn't funny at the time, but it's kind of funny to think about now!" I was still pulling muck out of his ears and hair a couple of days later.



Wishing you just a little more time to run around in the sunshine!