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Butterbeans in the ground

It’s been a great day. I planted the rest of the parsley, although I found so many volunteers from last year’s plants that I let go to seed that I needn’t have bothered. Needn’t. You can tell I read a lot. People where I come from don’t say words like “needn’t” or “shall” or “shan’t.” Guess that’s one reason I got picked on when I was a kid. I blame British literature.

I also planted all my saved heirloom lima beans – those would be “Willow” (white), Loudermilk” (black and white speckled), and “Red Calico.” I can’t be sure that there aren’t any “Carolina Sieva” mixed in with the “Willow,” which would be a real shame if I cared more about preserving the variety. I don’t have the space to do it right so I just have fun with it. A few “Jacob’s Cattle” shell beans too, just because they got into the bag by mistake. And there were a few big brown mystery limas. I hope that these will lead me to that goose that lays the golden eggs. Tomorrow Sandy and I will plant most of the tomatoes.

Today we went to the Liberty Antiques Festival, where we mostly spent our money on a funnel cake and fresh squeezed lemonade. Sandy bought a new broom from the Lion’s Club and I spent $3 on books. I purposely left my credit card and checkbook at home and only took a small amount of cash since I’ve saving my money to spend in Alaska. I saw a flute for $30 that I probably would have bought if I had brought the cash, so I’m glad that I did that. I don’t need a flute. Sandy has the music bug right now and we looked at every musical instrument that we saw. But we didn’t get through half of the tents because it was really hot and my back was hurting. I don’t think that we have ever gotten through all the tents.

I was happy with the books. Two were French textbooks of sorts – one is fantastic and has great illustrations and some music published in 1891. The other is all French folk songs from 1911. The third book was lucky – the very first one I picked up was on relief printing, etching, and bookbinding from the 1940s.

I really think that I missed my calling as a book collector and trader sometimes. But I can’t imagine how you can learn so much in order to know what you’re doing.

I didn’t get by either the Farmers Market or Deep Roots Taste Fair. I wish that I had organized my day better. But it was wonderful to take a nap at 4:00 and to sit outside in the warm breezy shade and watch and listen to the birds all around. I wove for a little while, and read a novel, and put some torn up paper in a pot to soak for papermaking tomorrow. Now I have a lasagna in the oven. Life is pretty doggone good.

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