I don't know where the expression "indian summer" comes from, and perhaps I don't care.  All that matters is we've had a blissful weekend eating outside and living in the garden.  French windows were open for a long, drowsy day.  I have been attempting to reinvigorate the flower beds underneath my kitchen window and by the garden gate.  It is a long overdue project and uncharacteristically, I am enjoying it.  I find that working in the garden has been rather low on my list of priorities recently. But, no more!  Time for a more enthusiastic approach.