My grandson, Arick, came this evening to work on a horse he's supposed to be breaking that's been staying here. In order to not worry myself to death, I figured I'd just go back to my cabin. You know, out of sight, out of mind. Sadie went with me and, as usual, enjoyed the serenity (and the many birds to chase).
However, there was no escape from worrying about Arick. The stupid horse tossed him, right behind my cabin (I heard all the stomping and snorting, but refused to look) and when my grandson caught the dad-blamed nag after chasing it through electric fences back to the house, he rode it to the cabin again, where he stayed for a visit.
Darkness approached, and all of us (Arick, the stupid horse, Sadie and myself) headed back to the house. On the way, I took a picture of the sunset.
Finally, I remembered to take a picture of Arick's pickup, so his dad in Georgia could see what it looks like.
And so, my dear readers, good night; and may God bless you, every one.