The Farm

Oh, to live on a farm. I wouldn't mind. Our Dad always threated to send us there when we were misbehaving...

A neighboring town was hosting a "Harvest Day" celebration this weekend, so we took Lola there this morning. We had so much fun!

We drove over to the farm from the parking lot on a hayride, through the woods.

 Lola enjoyed it.

As soon as we got on the farm, we spent a little time taking in the antique tractor display. It was awesome. And all three brands of tractors held a little special meaning to us...

The Farmall by McCormick--by Mother's madien name...

A John Deere (Sam's biggest client).

And an Internaltional Harvester--Papa Kurek worked for Harvester for a LONG time.

Lola loved "driving"...

Mommy wanted to try, too.

Then we went and visited the Monarch butterflys before then went back to Mexico. I was a little surprised to see one taking a break on Lola's arm--she wasn't.

"You're going to let me hold one?"

She was going for the poor things wings. Discovery, I guess.

Then we went and painted a little fall decoration.

And of course had to swing for a bit.

And a new park adventure--the see saw. A little unsure, at first.

But sheer enjoyment once we started bobbin'.

We ended with a sweet Italian treat-Gelato!