No, I much prefer autumn, my favorite season since I learned that seasons had names. I love chilly breezes absorbed by soft cashmere sweaters. I love apple cider. I love the warmth of nutmeg. I love watching the leaves turn from red to orange to gold before falling to the ground in rustling heaps. Toasty smells, pumpkin picking, hearty stews, hay rides, leather riding boots, scarves, oh, scarves!. And of course, autumn means that October is fast approaching. Everything good happens in October. It's pure magic.