My dad worked a lot on my yard while they were here. Like, a lot a lot. The amount of branches and sticks cut and/or drug to the curb from the far-reaching corners of our space resembles at least a couple of substantial and complete trees. And with the garden cleaned out, the weeds pulled, the trees pruned and the leaves raked and blown, our house looks cared about again. THANK YOU DAD!
One night, the two littles were out there helping and with all those people I love and the sun flare abundant, I had to join and document.
Autumn at dusk in my front yard trumps all.