Late fall on the homestead

Light the fire in the wood stove as evening falls. A ribbon of grey smoke spirals into the air. It’s getting cooler. Friends are coming over for dinner tonight.

The garden is quiet except for some vigorous dark greens.

Friends help to sweep the fallen leaves.

Friend let each other play witches whenever possible.

The chickens are starting their winter rest, too. Eggs are few and far between these days.

Inside, dinner preparations are underway. Cheese is draining. Greenhouse greens make their way into the salad bowl.

This is how I want every evening to end, this time of year.