Is May really better than November?

The author reflects on the subjective nature of favorite months, prompted by an innocent question about seasonal preferences. While May in Nacka, Sweden, is currently in full bloom with flowers like anemones and violets, the author notes that this vibrant spring is a stark contrast to their childhood experiences in inland Västerbotten, where spring arrived much later.

Growing up, the author's favorite month was July, primarily for its warmth and swimming opportunities, as winters were long and harsh. May offered little greenery, and August often brought early autumn winds. However, with age, the author's preference has shifted, now leaning towards late May or the period between Ascension Day and Midsummer.

This personal shift in seasonal appreciation was met with surprise during a conversation with a colleague. When asked about their favorite month, the colleague unexpectedly answered, "February," citing the opportunity for skiing and the returning sun. Another past conversation revealed a partner's preference for "autumn" due to its "cozy and stress-free" nature, a sentiment the author, a self-proclaimed "summer lover," found perplexing.

The author is currently traveling to Paris, transitioning from early summer to midsummer weather, suggesting that perhaps favorable seasons can be found regardless of one's fixed preferences. The piece concludes by inviting readers to share their own favorite or least favorite months of the year.