Last book sale of the season. We went, we unloaded our old stuff, we selected new. Five bags full. It was good. Tiring, but good.
C. has been shelling the beans we'd hung up in the old entry to dry. She's got a two-gallon can of Coco Noir, a gallon jar of Silver Cloud Cannellini, and a half gallon of True Red Cranberry.
Those red ones are really pretty. They're a pole bean that Indians in Maine grew before white settlers arrived. We'll need to dedicate more of the garden to growing beans next year.
Em brought Liam up for a visit, and then our honorary son Mikey appeared with friends and a trailer load of wood. Pretty good day so far.