After last winter I decided that I hate all seasons but summer. Of course if I lived in a warm climate I would not have that reaction. But after spending six months shoveling snow into piles higher than my SUV, who would blame me?
The only positive thing about Fall are my maple trees in the back. They pretty much go through the rainbow: from bright green to light green to yellow to light orange, then deep orange then red then burgundy and finally purple before they drop overnight. Last saturday was especially beautiful in early evening: we were out on the deck grilling ribs, the sun was just starting to set and the trees were just magical. Even the swamp looked pretty. For a little while I loved Fall, but then the cold wind blew and reminded me of upcoming snow and I wished I was back on the beach.