There is a season that falls between summer and autumn. You can identify it by the sound of acorns falling on the roof and lawnmowers on the same day. It happens when the nicely spaced and staked tomato plants explode out of the top of their cages and droop over onto the patio, while still bearing an abundance of fruit. The neatly caged cucumber plant has crept out of its enclosure and is trying to pull the tomato plants back into the garden. The carrots that were planted far too abundantly have grown into a thick border, with hundreds of mishapen carrots underground. And over it all the volunnteer hummingbird vine has appeared and woven an all encompassing net which is far too attractive to pull up.
Whatever it is called that season is here, at least in my backyard.
