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Almost everyone who knows me is aware of my love for Autumn and Winter. I'm well-known for my "snow dance" that begins late in the Fall, and my constant tracking of any Winter weather that even hints at stopping at my doorstep.
It's also true that I love the change into all of the seasons. The transition from Summer to Fall is my most favorite, because we get some relief from the hot and humid days, and it's the coming of the cold, holiday season. Fall to Winter, as I've said, brings the chance of Winter weather. It also brings my favorite holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Winter to Spring brings fleeting relief from the cold and dreary days and the possibility of me being warm. Spring to Summer is not much of a transition in my neck of the woods, as they are very similar as far as temperature goes, but I do like the change of scenery -- trees are fully dressed in their grown-up leaves, and the pollen is gone.
For the most part, though, Spring and Summer are my least favorite seasons. Here's why:
- I don't like pastel colors. They're all over the place in the Spring -- in Easter baskets, in fashion, and in cosmetics. Blech.
- I don't like showing so much skin. It's not a body image thing, or a religious thing. I just don't like it. If I could get away with it, I would wear sweaters and turtlenecks year round. I'm uncomfortable in my bare arms and blinding white skin.
- I don't like bugs. They bug me. (See what I did there? :) ) I can't enjoy sitting outside in the evenings without being pestered by mosquitoes. And being outside during the day means dealing with ticks and gnats and wasps and bees.
- I don't like to sweat. Yes, I adore being warm, but there's a fine line between being snuggly warm and dripping with smelly sweat. And I don't like crossing that line.
Do you have a favorite season? What do you like most about it?
Until next time, be well.
I love extremes, so summer and winter are my speed. Spring and Fall are both rather anticlimactic, hinting at warmth or cold but not achieving either with any regularity.
ReplyDeleteThat said, I loved Spring in North Carolina; I remember this explosion of leaves, flowers and sudden warmth. It looked and smelled wonderful and totally lifted my spirits. Spring in Connecticut is slow and plodding.