Summer is the worst

As the weather has already started to warm over the last week (in February, which is simply wrong), I’ve been thinking a lot about the change of the seasons and what really is the “best” season.

I’m here to say it’s definitely not summer, and I’m really not looking forward to it.

The temperature recently only reached 80 degrees, and that was already enough for me. I’m confused – didn’t Punxsutawney Phil the groundhog predict six more weeks of winter? Did he lie because I’m not seeing it.

We went from snow to 80 degrees -- I’m not quite sure how that makes sense. You would think after spending my entire life here I would be used to this, but no, I’m still really not.

In my heart, however, I know the cold air isn’t gone just yet. If you know much about pecan trees, then you know they are the one true key to understanding the weather, and right now, they’re telling me that it’s still winter.

Truly, who needs a groundhog when you’ve got pecan trees. I’ll know it’s spring when those old beautiful trees have green sprouting from them once again.

While summer is the best in terms of school --you know, none for most of us -- it is definitely not the best in terms of well, everything else.

Summer activities are great and everything, but when you live in the South there’s not much you can do to beat the sweltering heat. When it’s 100 degrees and 100 percent humidity, there’s nowhere cooler than staying in my own house. I mean, sometimes I feel like I might as well be living on the sun.

Let’s also take a minute to talk about mosquitoes. Nothing, and I mean nothing, makes me quite as angry as those blood-thirsty little demons. (Like I really needed another reason to stay inside during the summer.)

I truly do miss the days of being a resilient child who wouldn’t let the heat take me out, but these days, I just cannot do it. That’s probably why my family has resorted to spending part of the summer in Michigan.

Not only is summer bad in terms of just living, but also fashion. It is so hard to dress well when you’re trying not to melt in the oven that is summer in south Alabama. How am I supposed to be fashionable when I’m trying to wear the least amount of clothes possible?

I do not believe that one can see summer as anything other than just pure misery.

But you know what else sucks? Spring. Now, don’t get me wrong -- spring is beautiful, but I appreciate when mother nature is not out to kill me.

The weather is lovely for at least the beginning, but the first piece of pollen I see, I’m going back inside. My mom and I are probably single-handedly keeping Zyrtec in business in the spring.

In my opinion, there’s nothing quite like fall, but only in an ideal climate. Fall doesn’t really exist in Alabama, so really it should just be called “Summer: The Second Act.” Really, the only break we get from the sweltering heat is the two weeks of winter that we actually get.

While fall is technically my favorite, nothing beats the actual cooler weather of winter. At the very least, it’s 60 degrees instead of 90. And it’s even more perfect on the off chance that it snows, so shoutout January 2025 for being the perfect winter weather moment.

In conclusion, no season is truly perfect, especially not in Alabama, so use discretion when trying to pick a favorite. The only thing I’m sure of is my hatred of summer weather.