my parents' house is beautiful all the time, but the light hits everything a certain way in the fall. shining through the pine trees, it turns golden, warm. my dad has been working hard to build up the wood supply for the winter. they heat the house entirely with the wood stove. i love the way the grass is growing into this lower deck.
and the chickens. i love these chickens. i'll have chickens, too, some day.
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