Weller? Present.

Harvest, Autumn, Fall

Autumn: opening the door and not being bowled over by heat and humidity.

Not all that chilly this morning, just seems like it for a change. 53F and falling, 53%. Wind 0 mph, which isn’t true, slight breeze here on the Bay, enough to sit on the back screen porch instead of out front. Soft blue oversize shirt with his company logo Joe brought me last summer. Lap blanket Malinda and Kristen brought to BayMed during my time there three years ago. Comfort difference is the cap and scarf Tass knitted for me to have in Cleveland, first time wearing this season. Fall is nice.

If tomorrow morning is cooler I’ll wear my gloves knit with fingers free for typing without hands freezing. Ready for the season.

More private here in the back too, or seems so. And I’ll be able to see when the carrier rolls by and throws the newspaper. 2:49 a.m. is still too early for cars to be passing on 9th Street half a block away. Orange and blue for Florida Gators, the wind chimes are gently going, a pleasant ring. Chimes out front are especially melodious, sounds “Amazing Grace.”

Now disturbing the peace: deep well pump a few feet behind me kicking on for the sprinkler system.

Predawn, best time of day. Sleeping later ‘til alarm rings, jumping up, rushing forward into the day? No thank you, BTDT.

Autumn etymology is French, came into English use in the 16th century, replacing Harvest as the name for the season. In the USA, September through November. Autumn is better than what’s now replacing it, Fall.

Come, ye thankful people, come,

raise the song of harvest home;

all is safely gathered in,

ere the winter storms begin.

God our Maker doth provide

for our wants to be supplied;

come to God's own temple, come,

raise the song of harvest home.