My girls always called this time of day "the golden time".
Here in Dalton we've had a long cold winter. Even yesterday, I was bundled in a jacket and we started our little gas fireplace for the evening. But then the morning arrived, and it seems that Spring herself arrived as well. I made a trip to Lowe's and bought some potting soil and new flowers for our beds. And this evening, as I was sitting in the dining room typing my dad's memoirs, these beautiful daffodils smiled at me through the window. They were like translucent gold for a brief moment as the sunlight shone through their petals....and then, all too quickly it seemed, the sun sank behind the hills, and nightime fell. But not before leaving me a true pot of gold for this St. Patrick's Day.
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