Indian Summer

I suspect that today really is the last of the Indian summer. The phrase has an interesting etymology, but these days of course refers to those last glorious summery days that autumn is blessed with. The wind blows a heatwave ahead of it, and autumn leaves follow in a golden shower.

Dressed up like a chieftain’s daughter, here I wear a feather headdress (heroically hand sewn by me) on mauve satin ribbon and sequinned trim, a suede fringe necklace and a vintage white leather vest. All I’m missing is a palomino by my side. And maybe a bow and some arrows.