I wish I were sleeping

But, alas, it's 11:36pm and this is what I'm doing instead:


There's more, too.


And more in the garden.

And another thing: I've come to the rapid conclusion that my regular old canner is much, much easier than a pressure canner. Easier, but not safe for the beans. But, sheesh. And it's no wonder it's called a pressure canner. Watching that gauge to ensure it stays right at "11" for 25 minutes straight is enough to stress anyone out. But that would be Mark's job. Mine is here, snipping beans. ~sigh~

I'll appreciate this come wintertime, I know, when pulling those canned beans off the shelf.

And I did have wonderful little helpers this morning at the crack of dawn.



And those same two were my wonderful little pickers yesterday afternoon.



So that's nice and all. But I am tired.