Two Words.

That light out there—though the sun's six weeks higher in the sky, the right-hand sides of the trees lit by the afternoon sun look wintered, positively. I just now tried to nap through the Toad's nap and failed, owing mainly to the windows bouncing in their frames from whatever wind is bringing first a cold night tonight followed by a chance at snow tomorrow night. The daffodils come higher out of the ground in the back yard, and maybe it is not as cold as it could be, or as it has been, but still: winter.

Autumn gets two words. Seems the other seasons get shorted.