This morning brought the first true fall temperatures to Cotuit – it’s been a true Indian Summer the past week – and with the chill came out of the closet the tweeds and my wool Filson vest. Yesterday, while taking my daily constitutional out to Handy’s Point, I basked in the sun and marveled at the re-leafing of the locust trees that were denuded by almost-Hurricane Irene. I’ve only seen a spring flowering in the fall once before – in 1991 following Hurricane Bob – and its strangely beautiful to see the pale greens of May and flower blossoms in October.
2 thoughts on “The Second Spring”
Indian summer=3 days of consecutive 70 degree weather after a hard frost.
I know … technically the Indian Summer thing gets misused. But I declare it to be any summer day (temps over 70, bluebird skies, southwest wind) after the official start of Fall. Otherwise we’re waiting until November.