Discussion Post: What is Your Favorite Season and Why?

A vital question! Which hopefully will get us all talking a bit, because I like it when we talk, and also I am procrastinating about writing my next Shahrukh review.

First, I don’t want to be temperate climate centric about this, “seasons” doesn’t have to be spring-summer-fall-winter. You can say Monsoon season, or snow-from-mountains season, or whatever it is that you look forward to every year.

For me, DEFINITELY fall. Obviously the best season. Still nice enough outside that you can go for long walks, but cooling down enough so there is that little tang in the air. Reminds you of school starting and interesting new classes and the smell of new textbooks. Plus, I really love wearing sweaters. And Chicago, where I live, looks the absolute BEST in the fall. Still green and sunny, but the light changes just slightly and suddenly the brick buildings look extra good and all the trees are just beginning to turn and overall it is gorgeous.

Okay, you’re turn! What’s your favorite season?

21 thoughts on “Discussion Post: What is Your Favorite Season and Why?

  1. I have such trouble with this! I anthropomorphize everything, so of course I feel sorry for the seasons I’m not choosing. It’s A PROBLEM for me. I tell my kids not to do it, but I’m the worst offender.
    Anyhow, I generally really like each season best while it’s happening. If I had a gun to my head, I’d say summer, but only if could be perfectly warm but not too hot, and I was at my perfect beach and digging up shark teeth and the waves are not too big and not too small, and the water was aquamarine and there was no seagrass or jellyfish clogging up the shore and I wasn’t getting sunburned. Oh, and I’d like my whole fambily to be there, but not *with* me because I still like to be alone surrounded by people. Oh, and cicadas. Very loud cicadas. And maybe some thunderstorminess, but off in the distance where it looks cool but it’s not getting in MY way.
    So, summer – under those conditions.

    However, I am very fond of fall when the days are lovely and the evenings are finally a little cool, and the thunderstorms pop up in the afternoons. The dogs hate it, but I grew up in SoCal, and the only fun weather we ever got was when the Santa Ana winds blew in and made recess at school a super awesome exercise in physics and being a superhero.
    Winter is lovely and having a crackling fire is the best, and burrowing in the covers and refusing to get out of bed is nice. (I will admit to feeling terribly sorry for the leftover bit of log that remains after our cheerful fire, and I get morning-after sadness and regret. See? I told you it was A PROBLEM) Also, though I may look like a short Sasquatch, I can imply that it’s not because I’m overweight, I’m just heavily layered. Unfortunately, Texas gets cycles of cold fronts, and the air in front of the cold part is generally wayyyyy too warm and so it will be 67 degrees and then it is 98 degrees and 20 minutes later it is 32 degrees and both are unpleasantly over-exuberant in their arrival. In addition, I dislike Holidays, and Winter is stuffed with them. Honestly, I should become a Jehovah’s Witness so I can legitimately get out of celebrating anything and not seem anti-social. It’s just all very exciting and tiring and overwhelming. I do not like to be whelmed.

    I love Spring because I never realize the birds are gone until they come back and get noisy in the spring. And they lay eggs in bird houses that *I* assumed were decorative and would never have considered moving into as a Home in which to Raise My Family. Budding trees and flowers are nice, but it’s all over so quickly in south Texas so I try not to get too invested. Like Fall. Same deal. Always in such a rush to be on to the next season!
    Perhaps that’s why I love summer. It shows up so early and hangs around so long, I feel like I can get my fill and am ready for it to move on to other hemispheres without feeling abandoned or guilty.
    Did you have any idea you were asking such an emotionally charged question??

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    • See, I think the problem is that you have the wonderful ability to only remember the best bits! When I read your descriptions of the seasons, I feel the same as you, all torn up about which is best. But then I remember that summer isn’t just breezy sunny days at the beach, but also hot and sticky and exhausting. And winter isn’t just curling up in bed, it’s the days when you actually have to get out of bed and go out in terrible weather and shovel things. And spring isn’t just the return of the birds, it’s the return of the bugs that feed the birds, and all the other gross creepy crawlies. So I think I will stick with fall, because although fall has terrible storms, and random cold days and random hot days, overall it is bug-free and humidity-free and snowstorm-free.

      On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 10:09 AM dontcallitbollywood wrote:

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  2. The second half of the Spring definitely. From the last week of April, to the end of June, with May, my favourite month in the middle. I love seeing the days become longer and longer, it’s the best antidepressant for me. Unfortunately it works both ways and seeing the days become shorter makes me sad (like now – at 8 p.m is already dark!). I should move to the country with no such differences and eternal spring. I heard Venezuela, especially Caracas is good, but not now of course.

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    • See, that would drive me crazy! Even if the weather was always fall (my favorite), I would get bored with it after a while. I hate my SAD, but I also think I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t have the rhythm of the year, including starting to feel depressed every October.

      On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 10:52 AM dontcallitbollywood wrote:

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      • During my last years in Poland there wasn’t snow in the winter so from October to April it was always the same, bad, grey and depressing weather. It was terrible and was driving me crazy. I haven’t seen a real, snowy winter since 2005 or more so I’m already used to less seasons. I can live with only one good season (but yes, I miss the snow, or better, the silence the snow creates)

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  3. I love sitting on a porch or balcony in the evening, watching the blue of the sky turn ever warmer and darker, until the first stars blink into visibility. Ideally, some crickets will be chirping in the background, and then we play the game of “Is it a bird or is it a bat?” That is why I love summer, specifically the second half of summer. I don’t have that kind of magic moment for any of the other seasons.

    And that is also the reason why I put up with the really hot summer days. Personally, I wouldn’t mind if the temperature never got above 20 degrees Celsius in the shade. If it’s really sunny, that still means bathing weather. But then, you need higher temperatures during the day to get those perfect summer evenings.

    I really appreciate having seasons at all, though. People need a topic for small talk, after all. They need something to blame for being tired. And it makes you pay attention to nature and keep track of time.

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    • I do love seasons. It helps you keep track of time, but also feel timeless. The leaves fall off the tree so you know summer is over, but the leaves are falling off the same tree where you have seen them the hear before and the year before that, time without end.

      On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 1:32 PM dontcallitbollywood wrote:

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  4. I understand your love of fall. The best mountain photos are taken in November, the light is good all day long. It always looks amazing. Climbers appreciate the lack of heat and rain. Everyone appreciates the leaves.

    I don’t have a favorite season, but I do have a LEAST favorite season. Spring. Mud. When I lived in Berlin I had to stay away from the parks. When I was travelling Eastern Europe by feet were always covered in the stuff. When I was helping my future spouse build a house in the eastern sierra the mud covered the wood and got all over everything. The only place I didn’t experience the Spring mud was growing up in the Bay Area, because that place doesn’t actually have seasons.

    I do appreciate the seasons. I’ll take the mud to get the rest.

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    • See, I think of fall as the “mud” season! Which is either random chance that I remember fall more than spring, or because I have gotten so conditioned to Spring as “slush” season, since we get random snow falls right up until May.

      On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 3:52 PM dontcallitbollywood wrote:

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  5. Ooohhh … I love seeing the bats swoop down so silently at twilight to skim the surface of the pool for bugs. I am less thrilled when the frogs use our pool as a sexy amphibian hook-up joint. We have to help them out of the deep end every morning!

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    • Ugh! Bats! I am one of that large proportion of the population that has a total instinctive “creepy creepy creepy” thing about bats. Bugs don’t bother me at all, or even mice that much, but I just cannot with bats.

      On Tue, Sep 15, 2020 at 8:44 PM dontcallitbollywood wrote:

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  6. Kind of exciting to read your accounts. I’m happy for all the seasons because they all get me things I like but if I have to choose a region with one kind of season only, I think, I would choose the time from July to October (with the conditions I live in Germany)…for the light, the smell, the temperatures.

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