I have this Love-Hate relationship with Fall (for those of you reading this who don’t live in the Lowcountry, we only have two real seasons here: Summer + Fall). Fall truly is my favorite time of year. I love it because I’m usually ready for the blazing, stagnant humidity of Summer to be over. I love it because football starts + I can pull out my denim (my permanent uniform) + then, my birthday is in the Fall followed by Thanksgiving + Christmas; who doesn’t love a celebration!?! I also love it because school starts + oddly enough, I love a schedule + always loved school! It’s this interesting time when new beginnings are taking shape + endings are simultaneously happening, reminding us that nothing ever stays the same. This brings me to the hate portion: the sun starts leaving us earlier each day, the beautiful green marsh grass goes dormant + the leaves flurry from the trees.