I like all seasons, for different reasons clearly.
Wishing away August seems like a waste.
There are many months for fires, candles and blankets, not so many for light clothes, sitting under dappled trees on dry land, leaving the house with just sunglasses, sun lotion and a bottle of water.
There is a lazy, happy, slowness about summer that is outdoor, reading into the evening, chopped crunchy salads, fresh herbs, ice cube drinks.
I even like January, the cold, drab greyness after the excess of the festive seasons. And as the blossom comes out in spring, pinks, yellows the start of many months the supposed bad weather behind for the time being.
There is just no way I want to extend one season into another.
If we got out the blankets indoors now they would be here until next May! Potentially.
Not sure where you lot are but it's not cold indoors. It's damn wet. Cold no.