On Harry Potter and the First Day of Fall
One awesome summer day, back when I was young and edgy (that’s right, I said edgy), someone asked me what my favorite season was.
I popped my collar and replied, Fall, of course, thinking edgy-me would be the only person on the planet to pick the chilly and wet dawn of winter as their favorite season.
Besides, everyone knows all the mainstream (i.e., not edgy like me) Midwestern girls pick summer because winters around here are long and agonizing like the seventh Harry Potter book minus Harry.
It’s just you and Neville Longbottom huddled together, waiting out the blizzard in a stone cold castle.
And we all know he can’t play Quidditch worth an owl’s butt.
But nowadays, it seems like everybody loves Fall.
I’m not so self-absorbed to believe they’re all copying me (and my husband confirms this in no uncertain terms.) So, I have no choice but to blame global warming. Summers around here have become marathons on the equator and, with apologies to my running friends, who honestly wants to run a marathon even on a good day?
Which brings us to Goody Two-Shoes Spring, all flowers and bunnies and worms on the sidewalk. Geez, who wouldn’t choose Spring after a Neville Longbottom Winter? Spring is such an obvious choice for favorite that I believe I saw it written that only those with verifiable residency in a desert state or Alaska are allowed to claim it.
So cough it up. Vote for your favorite season. I’m still all in for Fall. It’s okay if you want to be cool and edgy like me. I totally get it.
When you’re all done voting, let me know in the comments what’s your favorite part of Fall. Mine is pulling out my cardigans. There’s nothing like a cozy sweater to make you want to bake cookies, then sit down with a book and devour the first batch before the kids come in.