Younger Daughter watering the livestock and petting our horse, Brit.
Nothing more exotic than the sun setting through the trees and weeds in our side yard - yet it was pretty, the way the sun lit up the plants.
Lydia hears a mouse in the pantry. We've been overrun with mice lately and can't seem to trap them fast enough. Last night we resorted to poison (something I hate using), which was eaten by this morning. I have a feeling there are a lot of very sick mice staggering around at the moment.