Tuesday, September 18, 2012


We sat at old picnic tables, joking about farm animals and life lessons.  Crickets chirped, frogs croaked, the pheasants shuffled around in their cage, while the chickens and goats stayed tucked away in the barn.

Bonfire.  S'mores.  Homemade goat milk ice cream.

It was a typical night at the Sandor ranch.  

Their neighbors' annual fireworks show was the spectacle that evening.  Just when we thought it wouldn't happen, it happened.  It started with a boom and ended with a boom, with a gorgeous light display in-between.

A summer finale spent with some of our favorite people.

Goodbye tank tops, hello mittens.

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