I like all the seasons. When I take those mind numbing quizzes on here, I have the hardest time determining which is my favorite, because they all have something to offer. I usually decide spring is my favorite because it’s still a little cool, with warm days interspersed to keep you hopeful. I like watching everything turn green, the smell of mud, and lack of mosquitoes. I appreciate the rain to help crops grow.

I like summer, because it’s nice to spend time outside near water to stay cool. The clothes are more fun, and I like eating alfresco on patios with a margarita in hand at trendy restaurants. It’s nice to walk to the backyard & pick supper. (Vine ripe tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, etc.) Those late afternoon thunderstorms are welcome to help cool everything down & keep from being so parched. Plus, that’s the season that includes my birthday & anniversary, two important holidays.

Fall is probably my second favorite, because of Thanksgiving and wearing cute scarves. I’m ready for a break in the heat & throwing open the windows to let out all the stale air. I like football & hockey games & decorating at the store. I like tromping through the orange leaves & spotting turkey in the fields. It’s perfect weather for horseback riding, too.

I don’t even mind winter so much. I’m fine with snow, so long as I don’t have to drive in it. I like wearing layers to hide my fat legs. All the snakes & creepy crawlies are hibernating. It feels cozy to have a fire, candles lit, something cooking in the crock pot, curled up under a blanket with a highly anticipated book.

  But to each season, their own weather. This bizness with snow on November 1st & 18th is ludicrous. When I’ve got snow on my fall decorations, Mother Nature is pushing it.