This one is interesting because my answer has changed over the years. At one point it would’ve been fall because “SUMMER IS OVER!”. However, the oldeer I get the more I realize Fall is increasingly “NATURE WANTS YOU DEAD” season. I live in an area of the country that’s vulnerable to both tornadoes and hurricanes, and we get both in the fall . Also, it’s so hot and humid that we don’t get Winter reliably until Jan-Feb, though in recent years we’ve been surprised. We don’t get really get fall: there’s a period where it’s hot and humid and miserable and oh, are the leaves changing OH CRAP RUN FOR THE STORM SHELTER. So, while in my youth I lightly despised Spring because it meant summer was on the way, the older I get the more I like it. I suppose it’s the whole new-life thing. It helps that March-April is one of the best times to visit my area of the country, if you catch us between tornadoes. (April is peak tornado and peak flower season in my hometown.) The weather is not awful and good lord do we have beautiful flowers to admire.
So, seasons in Alabama:
Spring: It’s cold! Hot! Pretty! Tornadoes! Hot! Pretty! Cold! Pretty! Tornados!
Summer: Heat. Humidity. Awfultude. But, weather is not trying to kill you directly, only indirectly. It smother-hugs you to despair.
Fall: Heat. Humidity. Not as much as summer but it also has tornadoes and hurricanes.
Winter: Heat. Humidity. Extreme cold. Tornadoes. Sometimes hurricanes. Sometimes ice-storms. Sometimes floods. You want to know how to dress for Christmas? Bless your whole heart.
It’s a nice place to live when nature is not trying to murder you, though.
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