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.