Who's Pushing The Pedals On The Season Cycle?

I'm fighting it. The loss of the season. The Green Man moves on. The Roman calender tells me that the 23rs of September is the end of summer time. We don't need no stinking calender to tell us that the harvest is in and the red and brown will soon slip over the land touching even the city. But to hell with the cold, one more weekend by the sea will do me, one more weekend.