Obviously autumn is just lovely. I love the sheer melancholy of it all. Plus I love orange and the song Autumn Days we used to sing at school. It's like pre-war, everything is OK, but the worst is coming. Plus cardigans and scarves. I love the run up to Christmas.
Spring is pretty, and it has Eurovision and beer gardens.
Summer, despite the insects and sweaty sluggishness, it has the magic of long evenings, big skies, hazy sunsets, all day drinking, waking up to sun. Plus just being outside. The grass is dry instead of muddy or waterlogged, options become endless. What's better than leaving the house in shorts, t-shirt and shades. It's the best vibes.
My birthday is such a point where it's that hazy late summer with the pink sunsets and fields are just peak pre-harvest. Dreamy.