I used to think spring was my favorite season. I convinced everyone I knew that nothing was more beautiful than spring at the University. With Jefferson's 10 blooming gardens, and the already ever-present beauty here, there's not much more you could ask for. Spring's only pitfall is the allergy-induced haze that fogs up at the worst times, but ask any girl and she'll tell you beauty comes at a price. Even though allergies can knock you out faster than Mike Tyson, spring is a beautiful, luxurious season. But is it really the best?
Recently, I've been reconsidering my list of highest-ranked seasons, and fall has moved into the number one spot. Maybe I'm a flip-flopper. Maybe I'll realize again that spring is the best. Heck, once it drops below 50 degrees, I'm sure summer will be my favorite season. I'm a fair weather friend. But for the past two weeks, I've been engrossed with this internal dilemma. Sure I love the colors of the trees, but do I like the blooms better?
I know it may not seem like a big deal. Who cares if one season is better than another? Whether you like it or not, the seasons here do change. If you don't like it, go back to California or Antarctica. I know it doesn't really matter which one I like the best, but I like labels. I like putting things into compartments. I like knowing exactly how I feel. I've always liked to know where other people stand and more importantly where I stand. I had a mid-college crisis last year when I found out my personality might be an ENTJ, instead of an ENFJ. I like ranking things and clearly, as my personality shows, judging things. This just in, I've decided: Fall is definitely the No. 1 season.
How many other seasons have more than one name? None. Autumn is too good to be contained into one moniker. It has its informal name and its pretentious name - just like me! Fall is when you and your friends jump into giant leave piles after drinking too much of Sam Adams' Harvest Collection, and Autumn is when the leaves crunch beneath your recently polished boots, and you're walking on top of the world, blissfully unaware that winter looms.
Fall allows for one of my favorite sets of wardrobe. Is it a little chilly? You can still wear a dress, just pair it with your favorite boots. On class days, you can still settle on Nike shorts as long as they're paired with a sweatshirt or long sleeve T-shirt. The clothes are perfect.
Autumn even tastes better than the other seasons. Pumpkin tastes like fall. There's nothing else like it. Pumpkin muffins, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin cupcakes, pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin butter and pumpkin ice cream. I'm pretty sure that once winter comes and all of the pumpkins have been consumed, everyone's contempt for winter will only strengthen. Fortunately, like a bear going into hibernation, I've stocked up.
If you can arise from your pumpkin food coma, you have an unlimited number of great activities. Fall is football season. Going to Carter's Mountain is an autumn activity. Two of the greatest holidays, Halloween and Thanksgiving, happen during the fall, and that's no coincidence. You've never carved a pumpkin in the summer, have you? No. I rest my case. For now, autumn is my favorite season. Well, at least until March.
Abbi's column runs biweekly Tuesdays. She can be reached at a.sigler@cavalierdaily.com.
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