The last warm Monday

 Nothing like settling in with a cold one by the fire in your backyard.

 I wanted to get the garden cleaned up. And by the time it was done, it was dark and dinnertime. What to do?

 Hot dogs and s'mores and IBC--good thing we don't eat like this every day.

And Nathan, who refused to wear a jacket, quit it early and took refuge under his "crocodile comforter." I'm not sure where this name came from, but I gather it was in a book he read at preschool.

But I was glad to get some use out of our firepit before winter. We tried to have a fire during the summer and it was so hot no one would sit near it. We didn't have that problem this time.