Now hear this! Cal likes gourds!
Mack, meanwhile, merely tolerates their presence.
Say what you will about the summers in Atlanta (OK, I'll say it for you: way too hot, monstrous mosquitos, lasts about three months too long) or the winters (cold enough to be uncomfortable but not cold enough to snow) or the spring (oh my god the pollen, THE POLLEN) but the fall? The fall here is gorgeous.
(We were at the botanical garden, by the way, not just some random gourd factory. Also, the flowers were professional flowers, not just spontaneously sprouting outside our front door. I said it was nice here in the fall, but it's not freaking Shangri-la.)