As long as I can remember, Indian Summer is what the old-timers called these hot days after a sharp frost. Indian Summer is a temporary revival. I like to think of it as Mother Nature giving us a second chance to enjoy the season.
Geography defines this time of year. We who live in the the eastern and central United States have a lot of hardwood forests that put on a spectacular color exhibit. Mother Nature opens her watercolor tray and mixes colors that blend into brilliant reds, oranges, rusts, yellows, browns, and golds. It is a breathtaking time of year. If you get a high from Nature like we do, well, this is the time of year to overdose.
Midway through our drive, the hungries got to us, so hubby stopped at a tiny-town convenience store and bought us three plastic spoons and a quart of Blue Bunny I Do I Do Wedding Cake Ice Cream. Omigod, it had strawberries, cake, and vanilla ice cream mixed together. We sat on a picnic table along the Mighty M and had an Indian Summer picnic that rated right up there as one of our favorite picnicS ever! The fuzzy one lapped up her portion from a margarine container that we keep in the glove compartment for just such times.
Ta-ta for today!