As summer winds down and we prepare ourselves for the cooler days ahead, we experience the golden light of Indian Summer.
Not quite summer, not quite fall.
We get a little hint of things to come from the changing light this time of year.
At certain times of the day, with the sun lingering lower on the horizon, rays filter through the tree tops.
Late afternoons seem enchanting with dappled, flickering light weaving patterns on the path.
Light and Shadow equal.
I take advantage of these last summer days, using any excuse to be outside.
Here I am enjoying one of my Dear Mother's favorite sandwiches.
It is simply thick slices of sun-ripened tomatoes, sprinkled with a tiny bit of salt and pepper, nestled on tender leaves of 'Butter' lettuce, and resting on toasted whole wheat bread with light mayonnaise.
She loved tomatoes and called them her 'red gold', cradling them home from the market in a hand held bag.
She grew tomatoes every year on her deck, but this cool mountain weather gave her pitiful crops.
So every year my sister would travel to the 'hot' side of the state, to Yakima, and buy her flats of sun ripened tomatoes.
When we came to visit, she would make us tomato sandwiches.
I think of her while I enjoy my Indian Summer afternoon.
Later, as the hills turn gold, I come inside to prepare dinner for my Ramblin' Man.
As the light slowly fades I am treated to one last beautiful light show.
A sudden shower and a mountain rainbow.
Showing clearly where the pot of gold is hidden!
There are two pots of gold!
But the true treasures in life - time spent with those we love - cannot be bought or sold.
These hours are golden.
I hope you get to find a little 'gold' in your life during this beautiful season of light.
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