If autumn or winter could guarantee blue-clear skies and sharp air then that would be my favorite season
However, not long after snapping the Kelpies at the Falkirk Helix, on a bike ride with Super Sister I'd had a puncture, it was spitting with rain and the route was less clearly defined.
My favorite season must therefore be spring. I love it when it warms up and green bursts out everywhere. The first coatless day is all the better for the knowledge that there are months of them to come.
Vonnie posed the question as a NaBloPoMo.
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