The same week Eliza started back to school, we saw the first “false fall” in Georgia (where the temps drop in late summer and it feels and even smells like fall, only for the temps to skyrocket again a few days later.) Whether it was the backpacks and school buses, the teasing temperatures, or just my internal clock sensing the upcoming season, I just had the first — not just yearning for fall, but yearning for fall infusion in our home — I’ve had in a few years. So, I granted mysel...
