der Altweibersommer m Indian summer
Happy to report that a late summer in Germany is called an Old Wives' Summer, and nothing more incendiary than that.
We had been having warm weather for the better part of six months until last weekend. That being said, the long warm months didn't so much seem like the good fortune of an indian summer as like being stuck in a season on repeat. Like Groundhog Day, you know, if it had been set in a pleasantly warm summer weekend instead. Then the weather decided to get cold, rainy, and decidedly unsuited to any of my clothing. Already, the very first onset of fall has brought out the toques, goose down jackets and 10-foot-long (soccer team) scarves. This doesn't make sense to me. If you are wearing all of your winter clothing now in the middle of October, what are you going to do when the temperature actually dips below freezing? There is nowhere to go but colder!
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