Here's a reminder of what autumn should be like (who did not learn this poem at school?)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
We've had no fruit on the plum or apple trees, the raspberries and strawberries have been practically non-existent and we didn't plant any gourds.
However, the pigeons are enjoying the grapes and the squirrel might start burying hazel nuts in my garden pots very soon.