Someone asked me to identify my favorite season. After some thought, I don’t think I have one.
In Spring, when the rain comes and the winds start blowing, it’s like the planet itself is waking up from a nap. You can just feel the potential for new life.
In Summer, life slows down and you can get outside and enjoy the light. It feels like daylight will go on forever but when night finally does fall, it’s a cool and friendly darkness.
Fall has all the colors and comfortable temperatures. And although the evenings start to get a bit crisp, that’s just perfect for warm apple cider and bonfires.
Winter gets a bad rap for the bitter cold (I don’t like it either), but when there’s a few inches of new fallen snow, and no tracks through it yet, the world looks like a Currier and Ives card. It’s just gorgeous.
What about you? Is there one particular season you favor over the others?