I think the first part of every season is my favourite season.
Winter: it’s about fluffy flakes, boots crunching in the snow, and everything is peaceful and white.
Spring: we welcome longer sunny days and good weather and start to put aside the layers. The rain washes everything away and suddenly everything is bursting with life again.
Summer: warmth and sun, time spent outdoors, suddenly our living space is a million times bigger. There is freedom in flip flops.
And then there’s autumn, when the forests seem to catch fire and deliver one last show before the whites and grays set in:
