“The light that came through the picture window was daylight,
real golden late-afternoon daylight,
not a white mist light.
The sky was a robin’s-egg blue,
and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees,
green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and grays.
The sky had never seemed so sky,
the world had never seemed so world …
Nothing, she thought, had ever been so interesting.”
I love late afternoons on our farm. The time when animals are settling down to sleep, I can close my computer and stop writing for the day, and I get to stroll around the property to look at Bear’s projects, check on the gardens, or go for a walk in the fields.
I love these end of the day walks, Luna bounding ahead of me then racing back to make sure I’m still coming.
I like the light in the grasses, soft and gentle, the light in the trees, rich and gold, the light in the sky, magical and wondrous.
This week I got to watch a storm roll in, sheets of rain illumined by the setting sun, making it look like the sky was raining golden fire instead of water.
It does my heart good to look over the fields to our farmyard. Much of it is lost in shadow, but there’s just enough light to pick out the rain water tanks, the hay shed, and our little house. It’s lovely to see a place where someone is waiting to welcome me back. A place where I belong.
What is your favorite time of day at your house? xo