“It’s a perfect day,” Kristi Bubrig says as we walk side by side on the gravel driveway. “It is amazingly wonderful,” I agree. It is early September when I meet up with Kristi. Our local area is experiencing what we southerners call “false fall.” “False fall” appears in late August and early September bringing in cooler temperatures and enough wind to blow the still-green leaves off all the trees. Try as it may, we know not to breathe a genuine sigh of relief until mid-October; however, we do deeply savor the breeze. I eagerly trail behind Kristi as we head toward one of her properties. I have been to this space before and am eager to return to gather the entire backstory.