I'm with Rachel D. I absolutely hate winter. For M., it's like being surrounded by death. It's cold and I can't ever seem to get warm enough. It's not fun to be out in, it's not fun to drive in. It's wet, cold and windy. The snow is beautiful while it's falling but quickly turns dirty and slushy and it's piled to the side of roads and parking lots like miniature dirty mountains. And, there's nothing worse than the mockery of a beautifully sunny day that's 23 degrees. It should be warm, it's blindingly bright after all, but it's frigid.
Give M. spring when all things are coming to life again. I will actually go outside and take a mental picture of the trees as they start to bloom and leaf so that I don't wake up one day and they are all in full green and I've missed it. I love the flowers and the buzzy insects. I love the warm weather and playing in the sprinklers. I love seeing the kids in he neighborhood riding bikes and playing. I litterally love everything about it. And summer is my second fave. I would so much rather be hot than cold because, other than sex, getting cool is way more fun than getting warm.