Autumn is y-comen in

We never quite managed to trip lightly round singing "Summer is y-comen in" this year. And now, here's autumn already in Gledhow Woods :

Mysterious creatures, fungi, and I associate ones like this with autumn. I suppose it's all the dampness of this wet summer that has encouraged them.

But never once this summer have I had that "It's summer! Hurrah!" feeling, perhaps because of all the rain, and perhaps because of the Communist's illness: he hasn't been at home since June. And now summer's just about over.