After the frost, warmth returns. We are now in Indian Summer, that period between first frost and the true onset of winter. The name “Indian Summer” seems to be of contested origins. I was always told that the name came from the colonists’ observation that Native people intensified hunting and gathering during the quiet time leading up to winter. Subsistence practices in colder temperate climates require that as much food and wood be put away as possible before the freeze sets in, yet the simple fact that much food is perishable means that food must be stored as late in the season as possible. Indian summer is, therefore, one of the few uses of the term “Indian” that refers to our perseverance and foresight, rather than being derogatory. Continue reading
Today is one of those grumpy late fall days, the sort of day where the sun competes with cloud, the wind howls, and the temperature is way too warm for the date. The leaves have already rapidly left the trees … Continue reading
Today was one of those perfect Vermont autumn days, with cool temperatures, warm sun, and a cloudless, profoundly blue, sky. Last evening marked the end of Yom Kippur and the High Holy Days, and we found ourselves attending services at … Continue reading
Another delightful late summer morning, one that feels much more like fall than summer. It’s fair time and school begins this week for most students; often, although not this year, this means days of sweltering heat that make school and fair challenging.
A couple of days ago I awoke to silence. Crickets still fiddle in the evening and goldfinches chirp as they take seeds from our patches of small sunflowers. Otherwise the din of summer has passed, leaving a strange quiet. Continue reading