It was harder than I thought it would be to shut the door to our old house for the final time.
Our old address
But the beauty at the new homestead overshadows any sentimentality I could feel for the old ranch.
New loves at the new ranch, part 2: love # 493
The sunsets at the new ranch are, pardon the cliche, absolutely amazing. Stunning, really. They linger on and on, well past 9 p.m. One night at 10:30, I could still see a sliver of pink on the horizon from the setting sun.
There is so much beauty here, I really do feel like the luckiest girl alive.
Can you spot the fireflies in this photo?
Slowly, box by box, things have started coming together here. I have been so busy doing projects, unpacking and settling, I have hardly picked up my cameras or sat down at my computer.
Foxy making herself at home in front of the french doors
We have celebrated a little.
Apropos, "Doghouse" Merlot given to us as a housewarming gift from my best friend, Kim, went down smoothly after doing so much work.
But the last few days, I've forced myself to slow down, pick up my camera and document some of the beauty here.
Love #494: "Z barn"
I just love our barn. It has so much character and beauty. If the walls could talk!
Love #495: the loft of the barn
Love #496: waving to local people while driving past them on country roads
Love #497: driving fast up and down the hills of those country roads so it tickles your belly like a rollercoaster
The list goes on and on.
Oh, and love #498: watching my kids get creative entertaining themselves:
Sophie painted Elise's face like a "cat"
Sophie painted her face like a "dog"