Heaps

There are many things that John and I miss about Buffalo. I even began to list some of the city's nooks and crannies that we miss most, but it was a frightfully long list, so I erased it. Binghamton, as John was wont to tell me in our first year of marriage, is not a city, though it is technically the City of Binghamton. I think I now agree. However, Binghamton has Buffalo beat on one front-- rummage sales. Granted, we didn't go to tons of rummage sales in Buffalo, but that's because they charged admission! Who ever heard of something so preposterous?

All that to say that, here in Binghamton, we're in the thick of spring rummage sale season. The girls, patient saints, play and wait as I sort through piles of clothes and sundries at the rummage sales before they get to play and wait as I take some of those clothes to sell at Fabulous Finds.

Here are pictures of them stretching their legs on a church lawn after one of the sales, along with a few of them standing outside of Fabulous Finds.

What a waste this post was. Skip it.