It's harvest time.

OK, so I am just a tad jealous. This spring I planted tomato plants from seed and nursed them along in our mini green house. For a couple reasons (soil and sun) my tomatoes (other than the super producing sun golds) are a little disappointing. At least everyone else who transplanted my seedlings is having a much more abundant load... especially my mom. When we got to their house the counter was full of all 4 varieties of tomatoes.

Of course, Henry and Bryn took advantage of all the red ones and slurped away, covering the recently washed floor in tomato juice and seeds.

Here they are in search of apples with Grandma. Although the grass is littered with delicious Seckel pears, the apples are sparse this year. Didn't bother H and B... they are happy tromping around in the long grass and chatting non stop about what we are doing.

We went hiking in the woods in search of deer. Not easy when you have two kids that honestly don't stop talking about the where the deer are, what they are doing and why we can't see them....... They were whispering for a little bit... something I thought they would never learn to do.

Bay Beach again before it closes for the year.

The before pic of my dad and I before the "swing ride" launched us off the ground and before I remembered how scary this ride is.

Yep, that's us up there in the air being whipped around. Bryn, Henry and my mom were on the ground getting a laugh and snapping photos while I was screaming bloody murder and white knuckling the chains.