Football, apples, pumpkins and oysters

It may not be the scientific end of Summer and beginning of Fall, but can there be a more exact determination of the beginning of Autumn? College football begins this Saturday, even some on Thursday. Apples will be everywhere and the pumpkins will be large and orange like Halloween candy and the evenings will get cooler and the mornings will be crisp soon as I take the dog out in the grass. The end of the year is upon us. Just four months with 'r's'. I must look for oysters. I shared a pitcher of bloody mary's with Cindy on Saturday morning and the first sip of my drink brought the salty flavor, augmented with the piquant tabasco sauce. Unfortunately, they don't serve oysters at James Joyce's Irish Pub. I was only five miles away from Six Feet Under but that would have been an odd detour after placing our orders at the pub. So, my thirst for bloody marys (Baynham family drink) and oysters will go unsated until later. I suppose some folks might find it strange to associate oysters with Autumn, but after almost ten years of trips to Apalachicola and the same number of years with three dozen roasted oysters on the night before Thanksgiving, let us say I am programmed. It will happen soon. I promise.