Another sure sign that fall is locked in is the overwhelming need to break out Stan Getz Plays (one of the first CD's I bought) to hear his version of
Henry Nemo's "'Tis Autumn", in which you can see the leaves skittering down the sidewalk, smell the expired Bengal Matches along the canal...as Coltrane said of Getz "We'd all play like that if we could..."



Old Father time checked, so there'd be no doubt
Called on the North wind to come on out,
Then cupped his hands so proudly to shout,
"La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!"

Trees say they're tired, they've born too much fruit;
Charmed on the wayside, there's no dispute.
Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot --
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!

Then the birds got together to chirp about the weather
Mmmm - mmm - mmm - mmm.
After makin' their decision, in birdie-like precision,
Turned about, and made a beeline to the south.

My holding you close really is no crime --
Ask the birds and the trees and old Father Time.
It's just to help the mercury climb--
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn!