Much like *quizqueen’, I enjoy all the seasons, having spent many years in a climate with just two - hot and absolutely bloody stinking hot - and for a month or so with the sort of humidity that makes the UK’s ‘humidity’ seem like a joke.
I well remember dh having to change his soaking shirt a few hours after dark - and all he’d done was go outside for a couple of minutes to put our suitcases in the car. It was that bad.
Winter weather made up for it, though! So many grandparents, including our parents, would visit at Christmas,
when it’d be 70s/low 80s in old money.
Having cooked Christmas dinner for a dozen for 40 years, my lovely MiL jumped at the chance to come when first invited. FiL grumbled at the idea of leaving the house in winter - good old MiL said, ‘You can do what you like - I’m going!’