Yesterday afternoon I ran by the farm to pat the donkeys and join Jer for a moment around the campfire. Tossed my boots in the tackroom in exchange for knee-high work boots. Turned and caught the sun’s rays, setting behind the hill, throwing light into the chaos of our little workspace. The epitome of hope and some ambition: broken and patched tools, halters never worn, repaired wooden floorboards, and boots tossed down in the excitement of getting out to the land. It don’t get much better than that.