I had another yardsale yesterday. It's so easy when the days are this long and the weather is nice. There's no question of a sale next week - Old Songs is only a few days away! This week will be about distributing the stuff that's never going to sell or that I don't want to lug in and out (single glasses and coffee cups, modern novels, clothes, just plain trash) and distribute it to give away, recycle, or drag to landfill. If it does get hot, there are photos and letters to scan and pack away. I did manage to scan some pictures to put in the sale - men in uniform in front of a tent (Grandma's brother?? about 1900, under pines, I sold it with a commission for the NH National Guard, 1902, I think that's them). There are 2 photos that I could donate to the local historical society (football team, 1900, and a parade of local millworkers, about the same time) for a tax break, but I really would rather have the cash. Meanwhile from that same trunk, there's a whole box of letters. Maybe I'll figure out who in the family came from Prince Edward Island.

Roses on the house are glorious this year. They started blooming early, but here it is, Fathers' Day, and they're still in full bloom, just on time. I guess we're recovering from those abnormally warm days this spring. These are really old-fashioned roses (Grandpa planted them), so they're done when they're done. Never a re-bloom. But they need severe pruning, and that's a battle I dread. The roots are so old and so strong that they shoot off 20-30 feet through the garden and into the lawn in a single season. There is no such thing as pruning roses without shedding blood, but it has to be done.