Most people wouldn’t associate the term “Indian Summer” with southern California, but that’s what we came back to this time. None of the natural splendor of a New England Autumn, but an unusual elevation of temperatures along with a lazy breeze that reminded us of Tanglewood in the Fall.
It turns out that a lot of places experience the phenomenon and have given it one odd name or another—Old Lady Summer from Germany to Lithuania, Gypsy Summer in Bulgaria, Brigitta’s Summer in Sweden. But nothing stirs the feeling for the American legend in us quite like the memory of an Indian Summer in New England with Thanksgiving approaching. The Pilgrims might have been a bunch of religiously intolerant stiffs fighting off hostile natives and spreading smallpox everywhere they intruded, but they did know how to name a beautiful spell of weather.