It's sad when the runner beans come to an end.
It's sad when the curtains have to be drawn earlier and earlier each evening.
It's sad when lovely summer clothes have to be packed away to make room for warm jumpers.
But today I knew a special September joy for one of the joys of winter is to load the slow cooker before going out and then come home to the tempting aromas of a lamb casserole just waiting to be ladled on to the plate.
Maybe winter isn't so bad.