Now this is a highly subjective and altogether meaningless list, but we all have our opinions on our favorite time of year. I used to tell my kids that I loved every season except for that part of winter that falls after Christmas. That part of the year only serves to make me appreciate the other months. Danger Guerrero posted his rankings at Uproxx, along with his reasoning for each, and I’m pretty much in agreement with him except for October.
What is it, exactly, that you like about October? Is it the brisk temperatures and the leaves changing from green to a scenic collage of reds, yellows, and oranges? Well, (a) late-March and early-April have the same temperature range with added benefit of the days getting longer instead of shorter, and (b) those leaves you are ooo-ing and ahh-ing over are dying. You are taking pleasure in the yearly, cruel death of a living organism while simultaneously praising the environmental conditions that cause it to happen. You monster. You monster.
Or is it the aforementioned bonus features that come with mid-fall: the pumpkin-y bric-a-brac, the sports (football, start of basketball, the baseball playoffs), the fall TV season, and so on and so forth? Well, if we wanna get real about this for a second — if we wanna get really, really real — we could easily move most of those things out of October.
I love October. Living here in the mountains, I get an urge to make a patchwork quilt in the shades of autumn leaves every time I admire the colorful hills. Then there’s Halloween, which is catnip for a blogger. I also would have ranked August a little lower. Check out the ranking and let us know how you would improve that list.
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