After 2 weeks of high temperatures over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, I am always ready for winter. After 3 months of spending 24 hours a day, every day with my kids, I am ready for school to resume. Anyone who tries take that away from me had better be prepared for the consequences.

9 minutes ago, WhatWouldJohnCrichtonDo? said:

After 2 weeks of high temperatures over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, I am always ready for winter. After 3 months of spending 24 hours a day, every day with my kids, I am ready for school to resume. Anyone who tries take that away from me had better be prepared for the consequences.

I'm with you!  CrazyD's opinion may be the more popular one, but for me, summer is my least favorite season.  I just do not enjoy the heat!  (Nor do I like air conditioning.)  My house is now so well-insulated that I am quite comfortable indoors during most of each summer day, but who wants to be trapped indoors like that?  No, autumn is my favorite time and winter is a close second, and spring is much more enjoyable now that I'm getting more into gardening, but there is still the dread of "here comes summer, ugh".  And where I live (which is partially why I live here) we have much cooler summers than most -- it gets chilly if not downright cold on most summer nights, which does help temper the daytime heat a bit, and at least makes sleeping comfortable, which would be completely miserable for me if I lived where that didn't happen.

I like June, but not July and August. One month of hot seems to be my limit.

I'm fond of Spring.  I don't like winter or high temps in summer.  Fall is a busy season for me at work so Spring!  

I really thought this blog post was going to be about seasons of life... I'm a tad disappointed.

I like spring - not the first weeks when my body is getting used to gardening again, but the the later part, when everything is sprouting (apart from weeds, please for once, let there be no weeds), and it isn't hot enough that I need to be living in the cellar.

I'm not in school anymore, nor do I live in a place with 4 distinct seasons. However, I remember LOVING the change of seasons. That first day in the spring when it was warm enough to go without a coat, and your parents yelling at you to put it back on. Then it got warmer and school was out. Then it was a few months of swimming and biking and skating outdoors and trips to the beach and walks to the candy store to buy candy cigarettes and that weird mushy gum. Summer camps and then it was really hot and time to go back to school. But that was fun too, because you got a supply list and mom and grandma would take you to go get new supplies and new clothes. Then you'd get to see your friends again. A month later it was that crisp fall feeling, hay rides, pumpkin patches, cider and football games. Then it would snow and you could go skiing. 

Now it's just like "cold and rain, maybe snow, warm up, melt, cold." Then the days get longer and it gets slightly warmer and you can't travel as easily because construction. The bears wake up and start mauling people. Last weekend we had two maulings. But also bike rides and running and days that don't seem to end. Only I have a job so if I want new school supplies and a new teacher I have to spend $$$$. Eventually fall will happen in a weekend and it will snow again.  

I need to move somewhere that it's 69-71 degrees all year round.  There can still be seasons, as long as the temp stays within that very narrow range.  I DO NOT like heat and now that my spine is mostly metal, cold is much harder on me.