February and August are my least favorite months in the upper Midwest. For the same but opposite reasons – uncomfortable weather.
February is when the cold and depression of winter finally sets in (11Â°F as I write this). The snow turns mean in the cold; short-sheeting the dormant brown grass and grating like fingernails on a chalkboard when stepped on.
In August, it’s the humidity, or the heat, either way the air punishes you for moving.
I’m a big fan of the transitions between the the seasons; April, October.
Latitudinally, I’ve been further north and it doesn’t treat me well, further south and I lose the concept of seasons. That’s no good either.