As The Sun Fades
A chill in the air along with the forecast of frost tonight had me gathering in the remaining tomatoes on the vines. At first I thought to let the bigger tomatoes sit on the vines with just a covering on them but the evening sky looks cold.
I gathered eggs, fed the chickens, and the rest of the critters, pulling my sweater around me, thankful for the warm slip I had put on under my skirt earlier.
With nightfall coming sooner now, I lit the lamps, started a fire in the stove and set the kettle on for some tea. Feeling so grateful for all that I have. Melanie and Mei-Ling left a bit ago, walking down the road to their own sweet home. Thursday, the children will be here for chicken pot pie and Amish oatmeal cake. I always miss Melissa when I write the words, " the children" thinking it should read, "our children in Texas".
In about 10 minutes I will get a call from Emery telling me he will be on his way home. I love that call each day. Knowing in just a few minutes after it, he will pull into the drive, all smiles. I will be at the door to greet him, hair combed. Good smells coming from the kitchen. Soft light and sweet music on this side of the door for him. A haven, a little bit of heaven.