I know it's hard to see, but this is one of my favorite views on the ranch. I took this the other evening on my way back from the other side of our camp. The sun was all glowy and it was just so pretty I had to stop and take a picture.
Sometimes, living in the country is sort of a pain. Everything is far away, and it's always a production to go anywhere. Our cars are always dusty, and there's no such thing as running into town to get a gallon of milk or a little sugar.
But, the other 75% (or maybe like 99%) of the time, it's definitely not.
Golden evenings like this one make my heart happy. There's a magic at this time of day, and it's always been my favorite.
When Bert and I were dating, we'd pack up some bottled root beer and potato chips and go for a drive in the evenings during the summer. We'd drive around dusty roads, talk, be silly, and make up dumb songs. We still do this sometimes, actually, just with a baby in the backseat. If we're feeling really wild, we grab Dr. Pepper instead.
We're two crazy kids, I know. And this is one gorgeous view.
I'd throw in a #blessed, but I'm not sure I'm that hip.
Hashtags are actually pound signs, anyways.
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