My column from the October 2019 Hawkesbury Parish News
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that autumn begins the day after the Hawkesbury Village Show. This year cooler autumn weather arrived right on cue on 1st September. A couple of weeks later, with chestnut leaves already starting to turn bronze as I write this column, we’re basking in an ‘Indian summer’.
Or so I thought, until I decided to investigate what actual Indian summers are like.
It turns out they’re nothing like this at all. Having never been to India, I had no idea that their summers can bring winds so strong as to be fatal and thunderstorms accompanied by hailstorms. And once they’re over, there’s a four-month monsoon season to look forward to.
It turns out that what we’ve been having is a Native American summer.
Nineteenth century settlers coined the phrase ‘Indian summer’ to describe the unseasonably warm, dry spells in the fall which the indigenous people (termed Red Indians by European immigrants) favoured for hunting.
Outside of the English language, different terms are used for this phenomenon. Germans called it ‘Altweibersommer’ which means ‘old wives’ summer’, as do Eastern Europeans in their own languages. I’m not sure why. Perhaps because the elderly find a less aggressive heat of a good autumn easier to bear than high summer?
The concept can also be used metaphorically. In the English translation of Boris Pasternak’s Dr Zhivago, the term Indian summer is used to describe the run-up to the October Revolution: the calm before the storm.
Given the current political climate, I prefer a more soothing philosophy. This autumn, whatever the weather may bring, I’ll be bearing in mind that optimistic closing line from Shelley’s Ode to Autumn: “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” Let’s hope so.
PS For a more seasonal read for October, you might like to try the second in my Sophie Sayers Village Mysteries, Trick or Murder?, in which a village finds itself divided by a conflict between Halloween and Guy Fawkes’ Night. Read the first chapter here for free.
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I’m with you on Spring, Debbie! Yes, it is the Native American summer – I think I always knew that (suppose I was told! Maybe when we did Hiawatha at junior school!) I wonder if the Old Wives’ Summer may alternately relate to the energy after kids are grown and gone before Old Age really settles in – winter & white hair etc? Just a thought. Am surprised by the many people who love Autumn: yes it is beautiful, but a sad beauty sliding down into cold, dark winter… am looking forward to the first crocus as I write…
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Beautiful autumn colours! It’s springtime in Australia so we are surrounded by blossom 🙂
How lovely! Someone told me the other day they like to think of autumn as a kind of spring because of all the colours – I keep trying to do that, but in my heart my favourite season is still the spring!