Our Evening Ritual

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ~ Henry James

Goodness knows I am married to the autumn, but my spirit begins to rise in August. Especially at this late hour, when the busiest portion of the day is spent, and shadows creep across the countryside, creating delightful pools of cool shade.

We have just returned from our second ride of the day. It’s become my favorite hour. We meander through Bartlett and Jackson before returning home for dinner. We have places along our usual route where we linger to enjoy the golden light. We always make a point to stop on Black Mountain Road to watch the magnificent Belted Galloway. He’s a stately steer, powerful and calm. He’s as regal as a lion on the Serengeti, surveying his pasture. (Alas, the poor fellow has no idea of the cruelty awaiting him.)

Samwise sits in the front passenger seat and looks excitedly out at this king while my eyes drift to the backseat. Emi…