What most fail to realize is the winter months just don't happen all at once. Most only remember the coldest, rainiest days but we aren't just plopped down right in the middle of it all. There is a gentle transition into the cold that helps us adapt. It's called fall (or autumn if you prefer). Even though summer is still underway, late August begins the adaptation. The days are still hot but the nights begin to cool slightly. And then, it's my favorite month of the year.
September is my favorite time of year as several things come together and blend the summer with the early fall. My favorite sport begins as college football comes alive, hockey is just around the corner and baseball is almost ready for playoffs. If that weren't enough, the weather is as perfect on a regular basis as one could hope for. Now, I love being on the beach and sunning near the water but as a mid-west boy, my soul belongs to fallen leaves, crisp nights with baked goods coming out of the oven and warm, sunny days with bright blue skies and vibrantly lit cumulus clouds.
There are no holidays in September (except for football Saturdays) and as September passes into October, at least I know the fun of Halloween is just around the corner. But if I had to live only in one month, it would be September, even though Christmas would never get here.