Babs03
My other half hates winter, as do many others, which is perfectly understandable, in fact he gets quite depressed which is why one of our daughters bought him a sun lamp thingummy. So, of course he loves summer.
But I am the polar opposite, I really dislike high summer, every year I dread it arriving, and am so relieved once in autumn. I really do get quite fed up with it. When we get good weather it is way too hot and humid and I get hot at the drop of a hat so it does make me feel dreadful, and heavy thundery weather triggers migraines. Also there are sweaty crowds everywhere, too many people on the roads and jostling each other on the streets.
Give me a crisp sunny November day and day, or a warm but not hot spring day anytime. I really don’t mind rain, cloud, or snow either.
Would think I was mad if it wasn’t for one of my daughters and friend feeling the exact same way.
Does anyone else feel an odd one out like this?
I feel exactly the same.
Late afternoons in dappled sunlight, or balmy evenings which mean you can sit outside and watch the sun go down on the horizon and stay in the garden until it gets too chilly, are lovely - but the hot, still, humid day - where you look at the trees and nothing's moving because there's no breeze, and every move causes another outbreak of sweat and you have a million and one things to do. No - too awful.