I’ve heard it said that fall is like a second spring in which each leaf is a flower. As a child, my grandparents would take me to the Blue Ridge Mountains to catch a peek at nature’s calico quilt. It’s a memory that brings me joy and makes me wistful for childhood innocence. Don’t worry, I’ll find it in hikes with my love, carving pumpkins, planting bulbs, roasting marshmallows by a campfire, and maybe even sneaking in one last outdoor shower or two. Hoping you find the color in this season with those you love.