The Homestead is piling up with mason jars, horseshoes, raffia and laundry (literally on the laundry). Back in Missouri, Cowboy H's family prepares for the trip out West (they come on Friday!), and here at the Homestead my bedtime gets later and later each night. Laundry, programs, dishes, guest responses, vacuuming, music, mopping, favors, timelines, dusting, schedules, and dog piss all keep eating away at the few days I have left. And Cowboy H is flitting across state lines while eating lobster.
I should be weeping.
But instead, before I abandon you for another month, I leave you with a teaser. A little sneaky peaky of whats to come in, oh, 10 days. (Not that I'm counting or anything.)