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.
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