"Of an evening" was term I had not heard before I moved South. It seems most often be used in conjunction with "I'm going to sit on the porch (of an evening)" or "why don't you come by sometime (of an evening) and we'll visit awhile". Well, in this sweet part of early summer, we try hard every day to "take a walk of an evening". The walk usually involves all four (yard dogs, two or three kids, and at least one goat. The smell of wild honeysuckle is in the air, birds are calling, and the occasional cow is heard lowing off in the distance. The slanted light is cooler, and makes the green so brilliant.
Yes, that is baby goat Martin her arms. His little hooves got tired.
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