We’ve had perfect weather all week – Wednesday may as well have been the middle of August. It was warm all day and by the afternoon the weather was cool enough for a hike. Robbie got home at 4:30 and Finn announced that he wanted to go on an imaginary hike which took place in our backyard for about five minutes. Then it was decided that a real hike and perhaps some camping, would be better. As far as I can tell, the difference between an imaginary hike and a real hike is that one is at home and the other is not. Finn spent a good half an hour preparing everyone’s snacks, a flashlight and a compass and then we were off. We went on our usual walk which is down to the creek, where our snacks were rationed out and soggy goldfish crackers and smashed apple slices were eaten on the bridge.

East coasters call unseasonably warm weather in Autumn the Indian Summer. Beautiful days that remind you that you should have made more of an effort to get out in the actual summer months. Because the days are getting shorter and the boys are still waking up at the same time and there’s no getting them to be civilized and wait until the sun comes up. And every day Bennett says “leaves turning red, leaves turning yellow, leaves turning orange”, to remind us that there’s no turning back. The colder months are here. The pool cover is on and this week we’ll replace the mesh screens with storm windows.

Winters can be long around here (see 2014 and 2015) but we’re getting used to them. And I can look forward to sledding and snow angels and powdery snow covered in maple syrup. And I can look forward to the holidays, which let’s face it, are just more authentic when there’s snow on the ground. But seriously, Robbie cooking turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce and Benny Goodman on the stereo. And our boys in their PJs, spread out on blankets by the fire and Disney movies and hot cocoa – this is it for me.  It’s all I ever want, all winter.

Here are some Indian summer snaps. Plus some photos of the Harvest Festival at the community farm last weekend. There were hay rides, a corn maze and a petting zoo. Finn did the obstacle course and won a wooden medal on a string which he later presented to Bennett – “the best brother, because Jules is too small to be the best anything yet” – a point I didn’t argue but I know a few doting grandmothers who would beg to differ.

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

Indian summer new england

 

 

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