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March usually involves truly whackjob weather here–70 degrees one day, 2 feet of snow the next. September is my magic month. I’m an Autumn girl.
Boots and tights. I hear ya, Witchy. We get our summer in Sept and Oct so we don’t get Autumn til November. Love the air in Sept back east.
May. May,May, May…….Nothing washes over my senses and lulls me into daydreams of my Northeastern childhood like the scents and sounds of May. .
I also have a certain fondness for March because it is my birth month. Beyond that I can’t say I have a favorite season. Each season has aspects I love. But I will say that, living in San Francisco where it’s basically one season all year, I miss the real dramatic change of seasons I’ve experienced elsewhere. It’s easy to get too complacent about life when there’s no reminder of the passage of time.
@Matt agreed. I love our hot Octobers, I love foggy June, I adore that week in early Feb that tricks the bulbs into going for it. I love the lights of December. And now I love March more because I have another birthday to celebrate! Happy birthday month!
Travel makes me appreciate what I have. I’m in Tucson right now, actually, and while I absolutely love being with my family and in a place that is warm, dry, and clean, it makes me realize how lucky we are to be able to live the way we live and raise our son (soon to be sons, plural) the way we are. Our lifestyle certainly isn’t for everyone, and it definitely has drawbacks (I drool covetously over the dishwasher at my parents’ house), but it works for us.
I love your musings here! Really lovely writing.
My happy time is FALL! Ooh, the pink brisking of cheeks after the hot sloggy summer days makes me positively giddy.
Ink! Yup…mountains before they snow. Pinkening, indeed.
Kristen, absolutely awesome that you appreciate your choices even more after traveling. Two boys! Yay!