'While The Springtime Turned Slowly Into Autumn,

So here we are in September, the 4th of September. What happened to August? I mean, it just sort of fizzled out, it's like it was never there this year. It's making me think of these lines from Idiot Wind by Bob Dylan, taken completely out of context of course, but elegantly saying in a few lines what I can only prattle on about in my clumsy, untutored and tortured way...

'I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the 

springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.'

While the springtime turned slowly into autumn, a whole season somehow lost. Of course in Dylan's case, it had little to do with the weather and all to do with the heart, in my case it is to do with the desperate speed each year moves at, so that a summer can be lost and yet still leaves you with the feeling of being in an everlasting spring which somehow sneaked a summer past you when you were looking the other way, and is chuckling about the whole debacle while it's calling up autumn. 

That's it, nothing else to say on the subject. Except to leave you with the last verse of Idiot Wind, which seems somehow apt since it is getting cooler,  and the lack of summer as we knew it has had less impact on garden produce than you might have expected.  And yes, I know Dylan wasn't thinking about home grown veg when he penned these lines..

'Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.'