The air is starting to change and I feel fall creeping in. I always get wistful at the end of August, everything seems tinged with the faintest sense of bittersweet nostalgia as yet another summer comes to end. I live for these three months, but that isn’t to say there isn’t something magical about September. Unseasonably warm days and cool, chilly nights; bumper crops of brightly colored fruits and veggies; beach days that leave you feeling like you’ve stolen something since they’re so late in the season; and that golden glow as the light fades at the end of the day. September also happens to be the month my husband and I chose to celebrate our wedding…nearly six years ago. So that makes it pretty magical too.