Late spring and throughout summer.
I live in the Deep South, from Alabama to Louisiana, well mainly in those two places, although at times I am in the delta, Greenwood Mississippi.
During April, there is a softening of the seasons, the blooms with their sweet smell, the Magnolias bloom, the Dogwoods; with May, the fertile wild-flowers of spring and early summer. These times are hot and humid in the Deep South, the time when dressing up in finery must be augmented by air conditioning, yet in casual clothes, a nice simple cotton dress, all day in that hot humid air gives me ease and general comfort. You would be correct a musing, I like it hot!
This has always been true as long as I remember. With the coming of the Camellias, I wave goodbye to beauty and face the bitterness of fall. In childhood I was often sick in winter months. This was in north Georgia, where I had dreams in someday moving to places, south and safe, from cold and colds, Key West?
Having never understood why people live in cold climates, it seemed to me I must be other than European, despite being mainly French, with some Scot-Irish in the mix? I know leaves on trees turning, falling, can be majestic, yet not something I grew accustom to, and as much as I like this beatific vision, seen mainly in Virgina, North Carolina, the rolling uplands to the north, the sting of cold leaves me behind glass, never wishing to endure.
I like it above 80 degrees anytime of day when I am outside, and when humid, temperature as high as 95 degrees is comfortable for me. In dry climates, which I have had limited experience, such as west Texas, my favorite temperature is much higher, and at body temperature, 98-99 degrees, it feels fine to me. I do not mind warm nights, although the low 70s is welcome after hot spells.
My favorite month is June, Southern Magnolias and Roses, although I love the beauty in May, Azaleas, Rhododendrons, Irises; the dryer days of September. October is nice, with warm days and chilly nights, being dryer, as well, November, its mild clear days, with some cold snaps reminding me how I envy the bear.
Winter, oh how I hate winter! The cold all over my homelands, colder in Louisiana, I do believe? Southeastern Alabama is sheltered by the north-eastern flow of the jet-stream, and all that arctic cold funnels by, leaving the warm gulf air to bounce off it, turn the air cold, then come south-east, where it may freeze Birmingham, and even Montgomery, but it usually loses its thrust before fitting where i live, and when it does hit too hard there is always a ride to Florida to escape the bite of cold.
