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It's cold here.

I think these bees were too cold to move on these sunflowers. The sunflowers are the last things standing in the garden. Heather said, "I love the sunny flowers, Mommy. I do. I love them."
We pulled out all the pumpkins. This picture was taken about a week ago. We let the pumpkins sit on the picnic table soaking up the sun and now they are much more orange than you see here.
The kids are very excited. They can't wait to carve.

Sophia came over and she and Heather tried on costumes.

This picture (below) was taken today and it was COLD outside. Heather is showing you a butterfly that she caught. The other day when it was warm and sunny, Brian came to cut the hay. Afterward there were hundreds of these little yellow butterflies fluttering all over the field. They were very pretty. Wayne and Cole had tried to catch some, but they were quick and impossible to catch. Today, Heather found this one, like the bees too cold to move, in what's left of the garden. She was quite pleased with herself. "I caught a buttersly, Mommy. I did. I caught one." She is almost 3 now and has reached that stage of talking nonstop, even if it means repeating herself often. Whenever she makes a statement, she follows it with an affirmation. "It's not dead yet, Mommy. The buttersly is still alive. It is, Mommy." (Well it was still alive until Spike ate it, but we won't go into that.)

"The darling mispronunciations of childhood!--dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again."- Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court