Day is Done

We have established an evening ritual.

I arrive home from work, change into jeans and join Brett ouside.

I top off the goat and donkey water, while Brett gets the horses and donkeys hay.

I muck the donkey pasture and feed the dogs.

Brett starts mucking the horse pasture.

I meet him there and we finish up together.

I go in the house and pour us each a glass of wine,

I might cut up some cheese, too.

Back outside, we have to decide:

Front porch?

Or under the oak tree?

I love how the sinking sun wraps the blue oak in the donkey pasture in a blanket of warmth.