Honey and I had a talk. We agreed we will miss each other something awful. I will miss her plumpness and she will miss my apple cores.
I hope to finish the 4th chicken tonight.
I went black cap picking again. This is my stained hand. I hope to make blackberry jam when I get back home.
My sister comes tomorrow to spend the day at Wormfarm, then the next morning we leave. I am excited to go home but at the same time, I don't like the thought of leaving here. It is bittersweet. But there are a lot more places to experience!