North Salem Book and Plant Sale Benefits Library

Library Director Carolyn Reznick. Credits: Photo: Deena Bell
Cynthia Curtis lovingly cares for the many tomato plants she started from seed especially for the plant sale. Credits: Photo: Deena Bell
Credits: Photo: Deena Bell
A happy customer! Credits: Photo: Deena Bell
Credits: Photo: Deena Bell
The tomato plants for sale have found a new home. Credits: Photo: Deena Bell
Credits: Photo: Deena Bell
Library patrons enjoy the wide selection of photos available for purchase. Credits: Photo: Deena Bell

(NORTH SALEM, N.Y.)--The Ruth Keeler Memorial Library held its annual plant and book sale on May 7.
The popular library fundraiser offered a wide array of annual and perennial plants as well as books for residents to choose from.  
The event also featured numerous activities and games, such as petting animals and touching fire trucks for kids and adults alike. Additionally, there was baked goods from local chefs and handcrafted items from local vendors. 

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