Some evenings are just special, and you have to be up for what they have to offer to appreciate them. We were just finishing up installing netting over the top of our chicken run last evening, when I noticed that a heavy mist was settling in the valley below our house.
Not only was it settling in the valley, it was also slowly but steadily climbing up the hill. With our dog Reggie still in an energetic mood, and feeling game for a late evening walk in the mist, three of us headed down into the valley.
We’d hardly made it down the hill when the light dropped noticeably; it’s always amazing to me how fast the light disappears once the sun sets. Our first stop was the treehouse, looking almost eerie in the shifting mist.
I couldn’t resist another shot with the dog peering back from the platform outside the treehouse.
As the sky became inkier and darkened, we made our way over to the pond, and noticed the moon poking through the clouds above. The last leg of the walk home was in near darkness, through our orchard.