Spring is violent. The sudden, increasing light reveals all the dirt, in and out. Winter lets you dress heavily, burn candles and forget to shave your legs, but when spring comes it comes shaking. What I enjoy best about summers here in Finland is the light. Midnight Sun is definitely worth experiencing. Here in south is is not so obvious than in the north, but still. To name a favorite month it would be either August or September. Those warm, milky nights when you can put colourful lanterns to your garden and have wine and play music. That's about the most romantic thing I can imagine!
Yeah, I know, it's hard to be humorous in the November hail. But if it was summer all the time, what would I be waiting for? Another option is to beg to be born bear in next life and hibernate through the bitter months. And wake up angry and hungry.
