You might call it Autumn. I call it Fall. One could refer to it as the season of Halloween and Thanksgiving, maybe the season of the Witch or that of harvest moons.
Pshaw on all that.
What I learned last night is that one could also refer to it as the Hiding-the-Wine season. The ground gets cooler this time of year and, yeah, even here in Southeast Texas, that's true. So, if you find yourself at your neighborhood Stop-n-Go, then go ahead and plan for the future and pick up some mini-bottles (you know, the screw-top jobs) to bury into the ever-cooling earth in your front flower beds for a nice little gift to yourself on a later day when you find that you just want to go outside on the front porch for a minute by yourself, thanks.
The good thing is that you can discard the empties back there as well.
If you recognize yourself here, then hopefully you don't have the kind of friends who will re-landscape your entire yard as a birthday gift for you in the Spring, and subsequently stumble upon that particular graveyard. Because those friends, they will bust you on it bad.
That's all I'm going to say about that.