(Oh, no. Not another sunset.) One of the drawbacks of living alone is not having someone to turn to and say, "Oh, look! Isn't that beautiful (terrible, funny, odd, etc.)!" I do point out these things to Bessie Anne, but since I understand dogs see the world in shades of grey I doubt she appreciates the sight as much as I, and some things are meant to be shared.
After tending to the chickens and getting the goats in the barn, the half moon shone behind a gauze of clouds.
There is such a comforting feeling to walk back up to the house and see lights gleaming and smoke wreathing the chimney.