Things have been a little bit quieter, recently--
I've been wearing aprons and making whole wheat crusts and cutting up red strawberries. We have wine glasses and frosted beer mugs and other quintessential "adult" things, which is somewhat strange since I don't know that I really feel very much like an "adult".
My sister moved across the country yesterday, and I think I'm going to die without her. We had a Welcome Fall/Goodbye Christina party at my house on Friday night, and my youngest sister picked the most beautiful wildflower bouquet for one of the centerpieces. The hens were very tolerant of all the people touching them and picking them up, and the new kitten loves the attention. It was one of those lovely, candlelit nights filled with thick bittersweet air.
Isn't being just the hardest thing?