With August in our rear-view mirrors, we welcome September. In my mind, it's in the running for best month of the year. I look forward to the first pumpkins, our muscadine grapes maturing on the vine, the first blush of color on our gorgeous mountainsides. It's a breathtaking time of year. Of course, we want the warm days to stretch out just a bit longer, minus the extreme heat and humidity. But at the same time, we yearn for those first nippy evenings when we can retreat to our living rooms and light a fire.
Apples will soon come to market; pumpkins will fill roadside stands; grapes will turn into wine; gardens will give a final deep breath before collapsing into the soil; and county fairs will open around the country.