WOLF: Fall is the runt of the litter when it comes to seasons

To paraphrase the great Phil Collins, I could feel in coming in the air the other night.
It, in this case, is the impending arrival of my least favourite of all four seasons – fall.
Or, as my Nana would always correct me: “it’s autumn, dear.”
“Oops, sorry Nan. I hope I don’t autumn on those slippery back stairs.”
What a comedy duo.
But tried and true chuckles aside, I felt it.
I walked into the backyard (clad in shorts and a T-shirt on a clear late-Augus