I decided about 6 years ago that there is really no reason to like summer anymore. I know summer is supposed to be a time of fun and vacations, but I think that's really just a trick leftover from when we were all in school.
Since I'm a grown up and I can take a trip or do something fun, in theory, anytime I please, summer holds no special joy for me. In fact, summer is too hot, so I hereby declare it my least favorite season.
But it still tries to trick me. Case in point, please observe the pretty photo below (sorry for the bad resolution, all I had on my was a phone):

Now please note that while the sky and clouds are lovely and the reflection in the Hancock tower is pretty cool, it was roughly 90 degrees and 8000% humidity when I took this and my shirt was basically plastered to me with sweat. Don't get excited, it was not a pretty picture.
So I don't want to deny anyone any summer pleasures that they enjoy. I mean, there are some specific things that happen to take place during the summer that I enjoy such as Shakespeare on the Common and Free Friday Flicks and the Woods Hole Film Festival.
However, please note that in order of preference of seasons, I rank them thusly:
Thanks for playing summer, you lose.