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.