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:
Or under the oak tree?
I love how the sinking sun wraps the blue oak in the donkey pasture in a blanket of warmth.