September.
I spent a great deal of my childhood in the southern hemisphere, and September is spring
![Bouquet :bouquet: 💐](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f490.png)
![Cherry blossom :cherry_blossom: 🌸](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f338.png)
![Tulip :tulip: 🌷](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f337.png)
![Hibiscus :hibiscus: 🌺](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f33a.png)
It will always be spring to me, despite being back in the northern hemisphere for over decade. Nothing but good memories in September.
Also the month I got my very first boyfriend, month my dear grandmother was born, month I won my first long distance race, month my last boyfriend (now husband) declared his love for me, and the month of my favourite stone: the sapphire.