Get ready to switch your clocks. Me, I'll comply with DST change-ups if I must, but mostly I file the rigidity of the calendar seasons in the BS pile. I have my own guide to the seasons...
The house decorated in skulls, ravens, and sepia-toned family photos; $50 stuffed bears from the Coastal Carolina Fair; faces sweaty from rubber masks. My favorite fall memories are flooding back...
One dead leaf does not a fall make. But... after digging up chilly journal entries from a snowed-in stint a few years ago, I figure palmetto fronds rustling in the wind are as good a sign as any
