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Way "up nawth" in northern NH, where the snowdrifts are big enough to have their own zip codes, life on the farm comes with equal parts work, wonder, and comic relief. I’m Sandy Davis—farmer, storyteller, and frequent victim of livestock with too much personality. Here’s where I share the true (and mostly true) tales of everyday life on American Way Farm—the moments that inspired my book Between the Fenceposts available soon on amazon.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Sunset — Country Beauty

Today's sunset was absolutely breathtaking—like the sky was exhaling a sigh of color after a long, snowy day.

The whole world seemed wrapped in stillness, that kind of deep winter hush when even the air holds its breath. The sky glowed with soft, warm hues of peach, lavender, and pale gold, spreading slowly across the horizon like watercolors bleeding together on paper. It was the perfect contrast to the sharp, cold beauty of the snow. Every drift and snowbank shimmered faintly, reflecting just enough light to glow in the gathering twilight.

The trees stood motionless under their heavy coats of snow, branches bent but unbroken, their outlines etched like lace against the glowing sky. Some caught just enough of the sunset’s reflection to look dusted in gold, while others were deep blue in shadow—a silent audience to the day’s grand finale.

There’s something about winter sunsets that feels both lonely and comforting at once. Maybe it’s the way the cold amplifies the colors, or the way the snow-covered world reflects the last light like a mirror, making the day linger just a little longer. Standing there, watching that slow fade from color to night, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of peace.

It had that magical, almost surreal winter evening feel—the kind where time stretches thin and you forget for a moment about to-do lists and chores and muddy boots waiting by the door. For those few minutes, it was just me, the snow, and a sky that looked painted by angels.

By the time the colors melted into dusk, the world felt new again. Cold, yes—but beautiful in a way that makes you grateful to be there to see it. Sometimes the best view in life isn’t something you plan—it’s the quiet moment that finds you when you finally stop and look up.


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6 comments:

Delirious said...

Gorgeous!!

Tonia said...

Oh MY Its Beautiful!!

Kelle at The Never Done Farm said...

God is Good! What a beautiful shot, it almost looks like there's a fire behind those trees.

Blessing from,
The Never Done farm

Andrea said...

What a beautiful shot. We didn't get much down here in the southern part of the state. sniff, sniff

Unknown said...

Beautiful to say the least.

Unknown said...

You wouldn't have to force feed me chocolate, it would be gone before you knew it lol
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