There’s nothing quite like a cool night, a glass of wine, and the soft crackle of a fire.
As the sun dips behind the hills and the heat of the day fades, the quiet settles in. The stars begin to blink awake overhead, one by one, like they’re easing into the night just like we are. With the fire glowing and the air crisp, it’s the kind of evening that makes you pause, breathe deep, and just take it all in.
There’s no noise here—just the low pop of the firewood and the occasional whisper of wind through the grass. No phones, no rush, no need to be anywhere else. Just the simple comfort of the fire and the sky stretching endlessly above.
These are the moments that stay with you—the kind you don’t plan, but end up meaning the most. A good pair of boots, a clear night, and a fire you built by my husband. That’s ranch peace. That’s life.