It would appear that an August sunset can make even the most innocuous things seem beautiful. At our farm last night I was struck by the beauty of everything I looked at, bathed in the golden fire of the retiring sun.
The sunlight washed our newly finished concrete basement floor and kissed the walls and land around. Even a humble bin bag reflected its glow. Progress is being made on the house (an update soon I promise) and we are moving ever closer to being in this place full time. We are making our mark (in not quite solid concrete and other ways) and lingering just a little longer each time we are here.
The glowing sky follows us as we head home, ready for bed but not ready to leave.
Emmalina and Her Unfeasibly Large Bonnet 
The picture of Steve under the Hogwarts sorting hat looks good. I’ll bet he is in Griffindor!
I don’t know, Slytherin might have been an option too!