I’m used to November being a gray, cold month.  Bare branches except a few orange leaves that refuse to fall, and a good chance of the year’s first snow.  November in Charleston was completely different.  It was bright foliage and crimson-bowed garland, yellow leaf-lined streets with no need for long sleeves.  Orange, yellow, red, and green…and more than enough sunshine to enjoy all of it.  I doubt I could survive a summer in South Carolina, but November…yes.