Full retirement is within sight for me. Many folks my age might be looking to relocate to the southwestern sun belt, the Florida gulf coast, Caleefornya or an affordable shack near a warm climate like the mid-atlantic states to countdown their final years. Not me. I love living right here in the Midwest. I plan on staying.
Call me crazy but I can see myself moving to a remote cabin on a lake in northern Minnesota before living in oppressive southern humidity nine months out of the year. I like walleye better than catfish. Game birds are plentiful and the deer are larger up there.
Spring is nice. The month of May brings good open water fishing, the Indy 500 and longer periods of sunlight. No more ice-packed country roads, no more salty interstates. What spring lacks is a harvest. While the month of May brings anticipation September is the transition month into winter. It is my reward for living another year.
Football. MLB playoffs and the World Series. Hunting. Apple picking. Light jackets. Elections. And yeah, a lot of leaf and gutter clean-up for those of us who live out here in the woods. The days grow short and the nights grow long. We deal with it here in the great midwest.
October is even better. It is September X2. Leaves turn and fall. Crisp nights with open windows and warm sunny days happen. Grilling and BBQing add a special aroma to the darker early evenings. The guns are clean and the seasons are open. October is my favorite month of the year.
But September is a close second.