Favorite season and personality.

Does your personality determine your favorite season?

As an avid gardener, you’d think summer would be my fav. When the waves of color and fragrance begin to roll in, it’s gardening heaven, right? Yes, but…

Yes, I love the creative outlet. I love planning  how bloom and foliage color, size, and shape will blend in a pleasing palatte. I love coordinating landscape elements with hardscaping–nonliving features–especially interesting rusty metal pieces even my ravenous deer won’t eat. I call myself a garden artist, not that I paint garden scenes, but because gardening is my medium of choice.

But, if it weren’t for gardening, I probably wouldn’t be crazy about summer. It feels like a coincidence that my favorite hobby just so happens to be a hot weather past-time. I get tired of hiding my fair skin under sunscreen and wide-brimmed hats. I’ve already got a few ugly age spots on my hands, although I don’t consider myself “aged,”  unless you’re comparing me to fine wine. And I get burned-out by the sun and the oppressive heat, more and more so as I age, er, I mean … ferment? So, in spite of my passion for gardening, summer is not my first love.

Here in upstate New York, winter isn’t exactly my favorite season, either. Other than drooling over the seed catalogs that get sown in my January mailbox, there’s not much to do, garden-wise. Instead of transplanting perennials, I’m moving snow again from the sidewalk to the … well, wherever I can find a place that doesn’t already have a three foot pile. For me, digging in the snow is not at all as satisfying as digging in the earth. And it’s surreal to imagine that all that dirty wet stuff will actually give way to a lawn and beautiful blooms in too many long months.

A gardener’s favorite season must be spring, right?

Short answer: not necessarily.

I have crocuses in the garden just off our front porch. Once I spy those first tiny tips of green pushing through the frozen earth, I check every day to see if they’ve grown. And then once they bloom, I pray for another day of their company before the rabbits mow them down. In other spots in my gardens, plants pop up that I forgot all about. Oh, yes, I have allium there! And the astilbe I transplanted! Look–rose campion! So much promise and surprise in spring.

But for this gardener, until I adjust to spring, it feels like a bandaid being ripped off before I’m healed, like jumping into the ocean without a life preserver, like taking off my winter coat when I’m still cold. It’s not the norm, but I’m not alone.

But a crisp, brilliant fall day that crackles with dry leaves and hints of a blazing fireplace somewhere in the neighborhood. Now that’s something I savor. Yes, my irises have already had their end-of-season crewcut. The hydrangeas look like charred marshmallows on a passel of campfire sticks. And my hosta are gooey yellow lumps.  Yuck. But fall feels so right to me.

Why is it when everything in my garden is starting to die, I feel so at peace? Click To Tweet

I think it has to do with being an introvert. We introverts love to pull within ourselves, to shelter from the storm of daily life in the boisterous world. Fall just fits our nature. It’s a time to reflect and rejuvenate our spirits, getting ready to hunker down for the long winter of welcome solitude.

I believe my personality influences my favorite season, but I don’t assume that for everyone. If you’re curious, here’s some conjecture about it: What your favorite season says about your personality.

An autumn-loving avid gardener. This is who I am–an enigma, a contrast of opposites. Whether I’m aging or fermenting or just getting moldy, I wouldn’t change a thing.

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  1. kaydee82@earthlink.net on November 7, 2016 at 5:29 PM

    A follower shared with me her saying that "October is my favorite color!" I couldn’t agree more!

  2. Paula@HolisticWellnessWriters.com on January 25, 2018 at 3:53 AM

    Oh, Karen.
    I couldn’t agree with you more on this. Although I live in the hot, dry desert of New Mexico, I am not much for the heat either. And I positively WILT when I visit my relatives in lovely, but humid Texas.
    I enjoy prepping my spring garden, clearing out the old, withered vines and branches, and digging in the renewed dirt. I love choosing what to plant. I also forget about some treasures.
    In summer, I can only handle the mornings on my patio and in my garden. Autumn is also my favorite… season, color, feeling… You get it.
    Thanks for sharing.

    • kaydee82@earthlink.net on January 25, 2018 at 2:39 PM

      Paula, I so appreciate your comments. If you hate humid Texas, you’d hate the northeast too. Good thing you can stick to the mornings on your patio, which sounds lovely. Oh darn, now I have spring fever, lol, and we still have months to go before the ground thaws enough to go play. Don’t worry – I get spring fever every January as soon as the days get longer. Spring will arrive soon enough; in the meantime I have to make the most of the indoors and crank out some writing.

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