Advice from a small town girl

I have officially arrived at that part of the summer when I question my ability to make good decisions. Actually, I question it more than once every day, but August is special.

Sunday morning, after picking two sinks full of gorgeous, delicious beans, I realized that getting them into the freezer this week was just not going to happen.

Sunday afternoon was my book group discussion meeting. Then I needed to collect items and organize a plan for the Canniwai Grange booth at the Lincoln County Fair, which I will also need to install later this week.

I had also promised two other members of the Oo...