Fall is NOT my favorite season! I call this time of year, "Falling Apart". Examples abound: the forty degree drop in temperature yesterday over a span of three hours, the transformer which blew up on Wise Avenue, my car's side-view mirror scraped off in the driveway while backing up, the kitchen ceiling tiles at a friend's house which collapsed. None of the mishaps are ever MAJOR, like death or divorce. For example, on my dark, early morning walk for coffee, two street lights blinked off. Later that day, the 25 watt stove bulb (just replaced fresh six weeks ago) burned out.
My Iranian friend says that Fall is his favorite season. He calls it "the season for poets". Nostalgia, deja vu, sweet endings, unrequited love are all invoked in Iranian poetry. He is compiling a reading list for me to prove his point.
My list of dislikes includes constant political ads; the damp-cold weather; raking up legions of leaves; and lowered tire pressure (because of the changes in weather). For me, Spring is the favorite season: new beginnings; lush, new growth and gardening; animal births and babies; warmer weather. I will tolerate "falling apart" to get to my favorite season.