It's an opinion I get slammed for on a regular basis but I'm truly curious to know. What is it that you like so much about Fall? Having to put on MORE layers of clothing? Having to carry around an umbrella? (I know we need the rain, but work with me). The "fall colors" are cute but once you've seen them, you've seen them. Been there, done that and it happens pretty early.
Don't even get me started on "pumpkin spice". Halloween is cool for kids, but I don't have any of my own now, so, meh. I passed that stage 30 years ago.
We're "falling back" in about a month which means it'll be dark by about 4:30. Yeah, I can't wait.
On the bright side, experts discourage raking your leaves for various reasons, so knock that chore off the list, and of course, there's football. Other than that, I can't find a single solitary good thing about the season we have entered. It also means we are one step closer to the dreaded W word. Winter. With that comes the S-word. Not THAT "S-word" but it certainly fits. I'm talking about snow. Give it to me the week of Christmas and I'm good.
On the other hand, summer is awesome! Shorts and t-shirts (and flip-flops, if I actually wore them). Temps consistently above 70, the sun shines more than not, daylight lasting until 9 p.m. at certain points of the season. Grilling and drinking on the patio. How can you object to ANY of that? Gosh, how I miss it. (I sound like a "bro-country" song.)
This is just one man's opinion, mind you, but I'll never understand why people are fans of the cold(Ish), gloomy, dreary season of Fall. Hoodies are a matter of survival this time of year, not exactly an active source of outright enjoyment. Plus, studies show that certain elements of seasonal depression begin to escalate right about now.
High air conditioning bills? OK, you've got me there. Except, reports say you're not getting away from that problem in the coming months, it's just transferring to a different utility.
I hear you. Opinions are like you-know-whats and that's mine. Each to their own, but as I write this, there are 250 days until summer, and you can bet I am counting them down like the late, great Casey Kasem.