I’m going to pick two because I am a rule-breaker.
(Hahaha. I can’t even type that with a straight face.)
The two I pick are spring and fall, largely because the weather is similar in both.
My favorite weather is the type where you don’t need air conditioning or heat because then you can just open the windows and let the pleasant air move through the house.
Summer and winter rarely offer days like that, and that’s why spring and fall rule.
I also like the visible changes that happen in spring and fall. In winter, everything is gray and brown sameness. Summer is definitely better visually, but it is kind of static.
Spring and fall, on the other hand, offer plenty of change. Watching everything turn green is always delightful, and so is watching the spread of fall colors.
(Based on this, I don’t think I’d love living somewhere without distinct seasons. I think I’d get bored!)
Going back to the prompt: if you forced me to pick just one season, I’d probably have to give spring a slight edge because the days are getting longer in spring.
Longer days > shorter days.
What’s your favorite season?
P.S. You know how I always say there is SOMETHING to be grateful for? Well, I think that’s true for seasons too. Summer is a little too hot for me, but I do love how long the days are. And I don’t love winter, but I do like snuggly winter clothes. And I like (fast) snow skiing, which you do need cold weather for.
I agree with your two when we lived in New York, with a slight edge to spring because I take such delight in literally watching my garden grow. (Just call me Mistress Mary.) And it’s all about spring here in New Mexico, because fall is a big, fat nothing in a place with very few trees.
Summer. Summer all the way. Nice and warm consistently. Lots of light. A less rigorous schedule of All Of The Things. Cucumbers and tomatoes that don’t cost an arm and a leg. Cow-calf pairs at a pasture that we can visit. The lovely series of all the crop harvests.
There is a lot to be said for the change of seasons, the secondary seasons that ought to have a name. Of those, my preference is the merge from summer to fall.
They have a general name: shoulder seasons. Maybe they should have specific names. “Small”? “Wing”?
Yes! They all need portmanteau names!
Fall! I love everything about it. The colors, flavors, thanksgiving and the anticipation of Christmas. I especially love the reprieve from the intense heat from summer. I do not like the heat. What a gift from God to get a slight crisp in the air. (Where I live Fall is very mild and there’s barely a chill till late October).
Anne Shirley said: “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers!”
Agreed!
Yes, I am always so thankful for the change from summer to fall. Just when I think I can’t stand another hot day, fall starts to roll in.
I’m with you, spring and fall. I also hate the hot muggy weather and bugs (though I do love a good thunderstorm). Spring has the nice cool days and the blooming flowers but with pollen. Fall is great with the changing leaves and heading into my favorite holidays. I can find good things about every season I suppose, but with all the quarantine I’ve definitely had more time to notice nature all around.
Yes, I love thunderstorms! I much prefer them to all-day drizzle.
I also love a good thunderstorm. I like thunderstorms especially in low-tornado years, as this one has proved to be.
I also have two favorite seasons: Fall and Winter. I love the crisp, clear air and the beautiful colors of fall. I also love the crisp, cold weather of winter with all the snow, clear night sky and the beauty of the landscape.
I could have written your response. Those are my thoughts exactly.
I’m on board with your P.S. statement… I don’t think I really have a favorite. There are things I love about each of the four.