Indian Summer

We've had a few days of exceptionally warm weather here in western Wisconsin. We used to call this Indian Summer.

Then God commanded November to brighten the sky and to mitigate the air for the entire duration of Martin's travel. And since God does not rescind his orders, the first days of November are always cheered by a warm sun. We call this season Indian Summer. Link

If one is not inclined to the sacred, there is always the profane redeemed:

According to Robby Krieger, "Indian Summer" was the very first song The Doors ever recorded, in 1966. The version everyone knows was released in 1970 on Morrison Hotel. I think that the vocal track dates from 1966. Morrison's voice was not yet ravaged by all the booze and cigarettes. 

While I was typing...

… my most recent post a storm blew up. Knocked out my internet connection. I let the machine sit overnight and everything was okay this morning. But for a minute there things were a bit dicey. The dogs started barking to come in - they were soaking wet - I didn't even know it was raining.

Then I heard thunder and saw some lightning very close at hand. The rain was incredibly intense. As I sat here typing I could see a rainbow in the receding storm.

So I grabbed my trusty cellphone and took a couple of pictures. First, the rainbow:

Then I noticed just how localized the storm was:

Click to enlarge - it really was an amazing storm.

People on the other side of town didn't even get any rain while we got a big ol' mess of it.

Ha!