We're still sweating through this Arkansas September, but we're savoring the late-summer nights.
Around the time Jonathan gets the pots and pans and burners going for supper {hashtag blessed}, I grab my trusty basket and head out to cut the ever-growing okra and collect eggs. Typically when I'm about halfway across the back yard, I hear my name. I look back to find a mess of curls yelling, "Mommy, wait for ME!" I wait, and she helps by making sure none of the chickens get too close.
Later in the evening we {or just a few of us} will head through the kitchen doors to watch the clouds turn hot pink as the day fades. I like to snag a little more fresh air before the mosquitoes descend. Last night we got a call from Owen's fall soccer coach, and found out his first practice is tomorrow. Of course that brought the soccer ball into the mix. Let the record show the chickens were unwilling participants.
Today I thought I'd share some photos snapped during a few recent late-summer nights. This yard may not be much to many, but I am so grateful to call it ours.
How are you enjoying these dwindling summer nights?
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