Summer's end?
It's been gloriously warm, and while, according to the very definition of the New England legend known as Indian Summer, the balmy weather doesn't qualify for that venerable definition—we have yet to witness a bona fide frost—it certainly feels summery. It also looks the part. The late-afternoon light has the feel of mid-September, even though the pumpkins gracing the barn I often walk past say harvest and Halloween. Soon enough, the reality of the calendar will catch up to the weather, and it'll be woodstoves and woolens. Not today, however. I could easily be trekking in shorts. I'm not complaining.
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Indian Summer,
pumpkins
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