I’ve never pretended to be anything else, I am an autumn and winter girl. Completely, unapologetically. While others chase sunshine and blue skies, I’m counting down to crunchy leaves, frosty mornings, and pumpkins in every possible form. Pumpkin patches, pumpkin décor, pumpkin-spiced everything , it isn’t just a seasonal interest, it’s part of who I am.
Autumn dates are simply better. There’s intention in them. Wandering through pumpkin patches, hands wrapped around a warm drink, laughter hanging in the crisp air, it all feels more real somehow. Autumn doesn’t rush you. It invites you to slow down and feel the season around you.
I feel the excitement start to creep in every year as soon as August arrives. It’s quiet at first, but it’s there, the knowledge that just around the corner, autumn is waiting to shine brightly. The air sharpens. The colours deepen. The world transforms into shades of amber, rust, and gold. It feels like the earth is exhaling.
And then there’s winter, my true comfort season. Ice, snow, and yes, sometimes rain, but also layers, scarves, gloves, and that unmatched feeling of wrapping yourself up before stepping outside. Winter walks hit differently. Heading out with Hunter, boots crunching over frozen ground, breath visible in the cold air, there’s peace in that. Winter is quiet, honest, and grounding. It gives you permission to slow down, to stay in, to be cosy without explanation.
Spring and summer, though? They’ve never been for me. Spring feels like a test you can’t win. You leave the house wrapped up because it’s freezing, only for midday to roll around and suddenly you’re overheating, questioning every outfit choice you made that morning. Cold, murky mornings followed by confusing warmth, it’s chaos disguised as a season.
And summer? Flip-flops, bare feet, endless sunshine, it just isn’t my world. I’d choose boots over flip-flops every single time. I don’t crave heat or glaring sun; I crave layers, structure, and the comfort of being wrapped up. Sunshine feels loud to me. Cold air feels calm.
Autumn and winter make sense. They fit me. They feel like home. I’ve never been any different, and I don’t plan on changing now.
I may be a cold girl who strangely hates actually being cold, but I’ll still choose autumn leaves and winter frost over summer heat any day. Because some seasons don’t warm your skin, they warm your soul.
