It seems to me a lot of people hate spring, and I don't really know why. I love it. A little known fact about me is that I love to garden and I have a huge herb garden behind my house where I spend most of my free time in the spring. Something about the solitary peace, and the fact you are bringing something to life, watching green slowly peak out from under the soil, and then using the plant to spice up chicken later in the year or make Pesto. It's an odd hobby I know, but I enjoy it.
As for my favorite season, I really love fall. The end of fall to be precise. I love the feeling in the air, everything seems closer. I don't really know how to describe it. Everything is silent and calm. It's time for everything to die. It's like the world is exhaling and then all the breath stops. There is a peace about it I love. Other than that, it opens up the ability for fireplaces and tea, which are two of my favorite things in the world. Event though fall is so cold, it feels warm. Maybe it's because the coldness of the air emphasizes the warm of everything else making it all the more special.
Now that I have been sappy enough to make you sick, I will quit talking.
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