The fall candle is like my little personal olympic torch. It holds a place of pride on my kitchen window sill, burning steadily while my favorite time of year unfolds. September 1 is not really fall…yet. But I’m calling it early. Summer 2016 is in the books, the kids are back in school, and I’ve worn white for the last time. I like summer, because it means more time with my boys, sleeping late, and road trips, but I silently tolerate shorts and tank tops. And I think I wore a bathing suit once this summer. And I may or may not have sprayed my white legs with some sort of “endless summer” stuff. So. Today….marks the first day of fall for me, simply because I want it to be. And today….I shall light a fall candle.