Yesterday my mom and dad and Paul and I got all of my father's potato crop in--many hundreds of pounds. We had a great time: digging in beautiful temperate weather, finding a few chanterelles during our walks out to the field, plus I got to drive the tractor, which I love. Today will be dry-bean day, another giant harvest project, as my dad grows large quantities of five or six separate varieties. He's been so happy to have help with all this, and it's felt good to be useful. In between times, we've been playing cards, I've been cooking meals with my mom . . . just regular stuff, but cheerful. My father's health is mending but he still has a long way to go. So I know getting this harvest done will reduce his worry, at least a bit.