We do not always have Indian Summer in Maine. Some years the summer ends gradually, sliding into the coolness of fall and fairly quickly into the coldness that leads to the deep freeze of winter. Some years there is nothing gradual about the transition-- it's lovely one week, and the next week the bottom has fallen out completely and we're scrambling to stay warm. This year, it is classic Indian Summer-- a cold spell, with a hard frost in much of the state, a meteorological alarm bell ringing so loudly that everyone can hear it clearly followed by a "sorry, that was just a test" message, and temperatures back up a couple of days later kissing the 80's, temperatures we hadn't seen for more than a month, and not just one day, but day after day after day of, "wait, I guess I don't need a jacket" puzzlement, because it's fairly late in September and we *did* have the cold snap-- didn't we? It is a blessing and a joy, all the more so because one cannot simply expect it to come. Without being rare, it is not common. It happens and when it does it is a pleasant surprise, a sort of bonus, extra time to get ready for the impending hunkering. And we are pleased and we smile and we are grateful.
We do not always have Indian Summer in Maine. Some years the summer ends gradually, sliding into the coolness of fall and fairly quickly into the coldness that leads to the deep freeze of winter. Some years there is nothing gradual about the transition-- it's lovely one week, and the next week the bottom has fallen out completely and we're scrambling to stay warm. This year, it is classic Indian Summer-- a cold spell, with a hard frost in much of the state, a meteorological alarm bell ringing so loudly that everyone can hear it clearly followed by a "sorry, that was just a test" message, and temperatures back up a couple of days later kissing the 80's, temperatures we hadn't seen for more than a month, and not just one day, but day after day after day of, "wait, I guess I don't need a jacket" puzzlement, because it's fairly late in September and we *did* have the cold snap-- didn't we? It is a blessing and a joy, all the more so because one cannot simply expect it to come. Without being rare, it is not common. It happens and when it does it is a pleasant surprise, a sort of bonus, extra time to get ready for the impending hunkering. And we are pleased and we smile and we are grateful.
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