TriteeA UDB O NB il Bel oN 
Counterfeit Summer, Goose Summer, Fifth Season, Fall Sum- 
mer, All Hallow’s Summer, and Afterheat. If it comes early in 
September in England, it is known as St. Austin’s or St. Augus- 
tines Summer. If it comes in October it is St. Luke’s Summer; 
if in late November, St. Martin’s Summer. 
Some descriptions or definitions of Indian Summer include: 
a period of reluctant summer marching to a different drum beat; 
that period of tranquility sandwiched between the last fling of 
summer, and the final chill of Old Man North Wind. 
‘“Parewell to summer, hail winter’ in the same breath be- 
cause it may last only a day. 
Eulogy to autumn when woodlands are quiet sanctuaries 
in drowsy midday heat... 
Someone needs to use all this atomic know-how of our age 
in slowing down this galloping shadow of golden afterglow 
of October's bright blue weather. 
The effects of Indian Summer act as an opiate, producing 
a mild kind of intoxication upon those who would savor its 
scothing tranquility and soak up its departing warmth. Squirrels 
scurry about the oaks and hickories, gathering their falling stores 
of acorns and nuts for winter. Noisy Blue Jays fret over their 
seemingly endless bounty of acorns in the oaks. They seem to 
envy any of their fellow Jays in their extreme enthusiasm to 
horde the entire harvest of nature’s liberal abundance. 
The drowsy ground hog, fat from his summer gorging on 
clover and soy beans, waddles clumsily into his winter quarters 
when disturbed by the passing observer. Honey bees revived by 
the warm sun, take a last fling at gathering a dwindling nectar 
supply for their winter larder, and browse lazily among the 
fading flowers. Spiders float by on their gossomer threads. Hardy 
asters and golden rod display their last departing beauty — their 
last floral offering of fall —- along abandoned fence rows and 
woodland border. 
Take time to get out doors, to go tramping in the woods, 
or down a country lane; have a last fling at fishing, or just sit 
and lazily bask and gloat in that feeling of complete content- 
ment. Richer indeed is he who would take time out to appreciate 
the beauty, pace, and harmony all about us as reluctant Fall 
ushers in another winter. 
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