Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Chapter 8, “The Deathday Party”

Autumn in literature continued. This from J.K. Rowling. All it takes is one mention of a pumpkin and BAM! We’re in autumn.