The last few days have tilted the balance. Summer is over and we have slipped into autumn.
A trip to Gyles Quay at the weekend confirmed that the warm lazy evenings of summer have gone.
There's a chill in the air and the long days of the northern summer are growing shorter once more.
If we look to the Irish for September, Mi Mean Fomhair, we are reminded that we are in fact in the middle of autumn or the harvest season.
And while autumn is my favourite season which seldom disappoints with wonderful light and colourful foliage, this year I find myself unprepared to let go of summer just yet.
Maybe it's because I feel cheated by our disappointing summer and am not yet ready for dark evenings and warm clothes.
I want to say to summer 'Don't go, stay a little longer'.