Summertime is always the best of what might be.

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.