I was out in the garden yesterday, picking a few dinner vegetables: twilight, rain, tangles of late summer vines and a few doomed squash blossoms. I got tomatoes and chard, noted the slightly spooky feel of a warm rain in the near dark, and was surprised by a soft golden glow on the deck. Despite a gray day, my little solar Japanese lantern had managed to pick up enough rays to gleam its way into early evening.
I wish we would get another extended summer like last year, but that misty, murky, transitional scene was beautiful.
I braised the veggies with some lemon-marinated tempeh, and they were very, very good.