Indian summer

Ok so our indian summer in Dallas is officially over.  It was so lovely for a while there...breezy, sunny, lovely weather.  I love the idea of an indian summer, you get one last week to say goodbye to warm weather. Just as you are walking forward into fall, you metaphorically pause as you are adjusting your scarf, then look back towards summer and have a brief memory of the season past.  Love it!

Here is something that has not ended: my dog's indian summer.  I am using that phrase because she is getting up there in years, but  lately she has had a surge of energy.  She is jumping around like a puppy and wanting to play all the time.  She drags toys out of her toy bin and tries to get me interested in throwing a ball or pulling a rope.  I see it as a brief look back on to being a puppy before the winter of her lifetime begins, but I hope her indian summer never ends.

Indian summer
Warm. Peppy.
Dazzling, flaring...fading.
Past youth's short burst
Reminder