"How are the babies doing today, Skye?"

I've come up to the rooftop to check on and water my tomato plant. A tiny sprout has made its way through the dirt, making me dance in excitement. Now, I'm sitting on the ground underneath the bird's nest, doing what Diogo taught me and picking the dead leaves and flowers off the plants. It seems like sacrilege to do such a thing to the plant, but he insists that it helps them grow bigger and stronger. I dragged the strawberry barrels ...