I love the change in seasons. The part where they are still new and you're not sick to death of them yet. That's why I love where we live. There are four distinct seasons and just about the time you're ready to commit yourself to the nut house if you have to endure one more cold, damp night or one more hot humid day...poof...another season comes along and changes your view.
The most dramatic are spring and fall because the biggest change in weather happens during that time. Spring when things slowly begin to warm and everything is born, and fall when things cool off and, well...die. Oh but when they die it's certainly in a blaze of glory if you're fortunate enough to live in an area where the leaves turn red and gold and yellow before they fall on the ground and create that heavenly smell of earth and leaves and grass.
I also love the fact that it gets dark earlier. I know...some people think I'm nuts but I do. I think as the weather begins to turn cold that it's nature's way of saying, "Go on in the house now...it's dark and cold outside." So you "go on in the house" and put on your flannel PJ's and heat up some hot chocolate or tea (or drink a bottle or two of wine...NOT) and if you're me you buy all kinds of yummy scented candles and oils so your house always smells like pumpkin or cookies or cinnamon spice.
I even like the the lights that come on at night this time of year. Traffic lights and street lights and car lights all lit up before I leave the office remind me that soon I'll be lighting the inside of my house in anticipation of Christmas. I like to think that all this light also makes people a little kinder with each other and maybe even to themselves. Okay...maybe that's just me.
I know that by mid-January I'll be over it all and pissed off about the weather and tired of being cold, but for now I'm just going to go home and snuggle in my warm home and thank God that I'm blessed to be warm and fed and most of all...loved.