Just when I thought the house was empty of 19th century genius naturalists, I realized we still had a stack of photographs and prints on the cedar chest at the foot of our bed.
Welcome to the magic house of plenty, where nothing is ever truly gone and where no space remains empty for longer than a day or two.
On Friday evening our book sale had freed up 12 linear yards of shelves (not counting the tops of the 2book cases). It is Monday and they are filling up fast. It's like the rest of our books get a whiff of fresh air and lean in toward the light. Those perched perilously on top of cabinets and stacked up on the floor demand official shelf space. My brats.
Oh, well, I have no idea what the photos and prints of Darwin and his fellow evolutionists and anti-evolutionists are worth, so I guess I'll spend a few afternoons researching and deciding how to list them on Ebay. Like I said, nothing is ever truly done with in this magic house of plenty.