We prepared for our drive to Marshall in search of sustenance, a dinner away from the kitchen and critters of the farm.

I stopped in the main drive and found myself in awe of the scene unfolding to the west above the treeline surrounding one of the lower pastures and the creek that runs through it.

Atop a hill with lush woodlands stretching in all directions, one need not walk to the high pasture to see a beautiful sunset in all its glory.

The days grow short this time of year, the nights long, and the sunset journeys toward the south where it will overwinter before migrating north again next year.

I couldn’t have asked for a better farewell, from the farm and from summer, than the one provided by this view.