The seasons move quick here. Summer didn't fade into fall like I was used to; it just shifted gears and dropped twenty degrees. I meandered about in Kabaty to tramp through the leaves (I love to skip through huge piles of fallen leaves and kick them about. Yes, it is as awesome as it sounds.)
The growing seasons are weïrd in Poland. For instance: right now there are no more squash in the markets. That's right. Squash. I'm used to squash disappearing half-way through November, not the end on September. It was absurd. The markets are mostly empty now anyway; all the farmers have packed up. There are plenty of apples for sale, and that's fine with me.
Also, the colors don't change a lot like in the northern states and Canada. My falls have always been vivid with red, yellow, orange fireworks of leaves changing. We used to hike up a mountain and look out to see a carpet of exploding color. Here, leaves change a paltry yellow and drift to the ground where they rapidly turn brown.