Indian Summer.

On October 12, 2009, we woke up to this:


Exactly one year later, it's beautiful, sunny, and 72 degrees.

This concludes my argument for the validity of global warming.

We're having a warm streak here in Minnesota. As we all know, warmth is not my favorite feeling, but it's been so beautiful I can't really complain. Although I'm getting pretty anxious to wear my new sweaters.

Anyway, Nate was home this weekend and we spent some quality time with each other and Nate's family and our yard. Saturday morning we headed to Gerten's, where Calvin got to check out some animals and his belly.



Though we shoved four massive cornstalk bunches into our car, Calvin enjoyed a comfortable ride home. I wish I could say the same for the two of us.



Saturday afternoon was spent playing cards and drinking sangria on Jon and Mary's deck while Calvin ran around their yard without pants — thanks to the first blowout he's had in months. Aunt Mary washed his shorts, put them back on him, and not 10 minutes later he had another blowout. (I will be monitoring Calvin's raisin intake from here on out.)



Sunday we headed to the pumpkin patch with Nate's mom and dad. Here we spent a lot of time feeding the animals.




Kissing the animals.


Picking up random pieces of corn from the ground, wiping them off, and then running back to feed them to the animals...only to find more corn on the ground right there next to them. (I would say 99% of our time was spent running back to feed corn to the animals.)


During the other 1% of our time there, we did some silly things — like wear matching striped shirts and Converse sneakers.


Stick our heads in lots of holes.



Take artsy photos ruined by Mom's big ol' shadow.


And pick pumpkins too big to carry.


The end result of our Indian Summer weekend?



A house that's begging for fall.