Spring...

My default answer to 'what is your favourite season?' is Winter. But that is a lie. Well, it's not a lie, it's just that the question is normally only asking 'what is your favourite season, Summer or Winter?', in which case my answer is, truthfully, Winter. This often shocks people, but as cold as Winter gets and as unbearable as an early morning start during Winter is, I find it infinitely preferable to the revolting humidity and stifling heat of Summer. You can always put another jumper on, or rug up next to a heater (or a fire, if you're lucky enough to have one) in front of a good movie or with a good book, but there's only so many layers you can take off in Summer before you're arrested. Not to mention the fact that I'm as white as they come and would burn under a skylight given half a chance.

I digress.

My real favourite season is Spring. Or Autumn. I can't really decide...they're pretty equal in their awesomeness. Yes, the in-between seasons. The best of both worlds. It's really comfortable up here on the fence - care to join?

Well, it is currently Spring, and I'm loving it. It's so great because you can sit in the sun, on a picnic, and not die of the heat, rather, you can enjoy the warmth. There is little I love more than walking through a park, in the warmth of Spring sun, with a breeze blowing, surrounded by friends. Picnics are the best, and Spring means lots of them!! Just last week my church had a big picnic/walk-a-thon to raise money for Operation Christmas Child (a Samaritan's Purse initiative where you pack a shoe box with toys and essentials that are given to children living in poverty all over the world. If you've never heard of it, you should definitely check it out here) and it was such a lovely day. Friends, brilliant weather, food and bringing glory God. Perfect day.

I was sitting in my back yard eating lunch today, after a morning of learning lines for As You Like It, with the perfect combination of sun and wind that for some reason just makes me really happy, and I realised how beautiful my garden had become. Another upside to Spring.

Storms are another thing I love about Spring. That may also sound really odd, but I love storms...just as long as our house doesn't leak, which it has been known to do a bit more frequently than would be preferred. I love the feeling of walking outside and almost being blown over by huge winds - it's probably my dramatic self (which, let's face it, is all of me) reveling in the power of an unseen force.

The one thing that frustrates me about Spring, I'll admit, is the fact that I never know how to dress. It could be really warm in the sun, but then freezing as soon as you step into the shade, or brilliantly sunny but actually cold, or start really warm but turn stormy and cold, or any combination of the above. Yesterday, my sister and I were attending an event and she left the house in a summer dress and I left rugged up in jeans and jacket. We turned to each other and laughed, trying to convince the other that our choice of attire was more appropriate. Yes, it is the one mystery of Spring I will never be able to solve.

And there we go - an entire post about a season. I trust you skimmed through most of that, or more likely just ignored the whole thing all together once you realised that the title wasn't some cleverly cryptic and creative entry point to a much deeper topic. Well, if you did persevere to the end, do tell me - what is your favourite season? And why?