To everything there is a season---

but professional sorts promoters have hopelessly confused just what any particular season was. In the writer's youth, if there were windfall peaches over near Peterson Park, we knew it was time for the world series. Good Heavens, in the 2010 season, memory seems to recall a game in December.
Of course, the question is also muddled by another question, to wit, "When does fruit taste good?".Canny merchandisers always try to make sure the fruit they are selling has the colors seen in the seed catalog. Such fruit simply may not taste very good. It may have attractive shades of red and yellow, but a blindfolded taste test could make it difficult to distinguish fruit from a white potato. Now, those windfall peaches or pears may have light bruises. THESE BRUISES ARE NOT POISONOUS, or yours truly would not be eying fourscore years,nor his brothers. fours score and seven or five, respectively. In their experience, one is forced to preach the benefits of flushing Los Angeles fumes from their lungs.
The season for fresh air is always; the season for ripe fruit is more often than might be expected.