Everyone in the country has had some dramatic weather lately, and Charleston didn't escape the theatrics.

Two weekends ago it snowed enough to matter here for the first time since 1989. And just when we all thought Charleston couldn't get any prettier, it did—the snow fell late into the night, covering the streets in a thin veil of white.

The opposite happened this past weekend. The temperature climbed into the high sixties, and it felt more like late April than February.

I'm not complaining. We've had the best of my two favorite seasons in the span of two weeks.

On Sunday, it was just way too beautiful to stay inside, so I decided to zig my way through downtown and do a little exploring. 

I was on a mission to find gates. Wooden gates specifically. Everyone always talks about the grand ironwork of Charleston, but I'd seen a few wooden designs that were just as charming, and I wanted to find more.

And find I did. I found green gates and black gates and white gates. Gates with arches, gates with pickets, gates with creeping fig creeping around them. And unlike most gates, which are built tall and high to keep people out, these gates draw you in, like the bow on a package. Now if I could only figure out a way to move into those pretty houses behind the gates...