My lawn is long, but it was too bloody wet to do it more than twice since August, and when it got it's last mowing during a rare sunny afternoon in mid-October, I ended up pulverising a certain patch into mud where I have to turn the mower.
British weather is variable. It's the long term global trends that are telling, not any particular season. This winter has been mild, not particularly warm, but the frosts have been absent and it's been that vile bone-chilling damp cold not a sharp, sunny cold. A few years back (about 2015?) I remember getting to work in December and it was overcast and 13oC... in May it was still 13oC and overcast. My coats have had a lot of use this winter, and I'm so fed up of doing the school run 2/3/4 times a day and being mud splatted up to the backs of my knees because run-off from the woods is creating a semi-permanent stream along the pavement, plus having to change to a different set of shoes umpteen times a day while they all dry out.
I like clear frosty days, but there's that much surface water that everything would turn into a rink if it freezes up now.
Spring doesn't feel that advanced yet. The bulbs are behind recent years for this stage. I've only just seen a couple of tentative snowdrops. Daffodils are just sending out the tips of shoots and I haven't spotted any rogues in a warm sheltered spot getting ahead of themselves. Daylight seems to be stretching out better, but that's because November and December were so overcast and dark that it was advancing to night an hour earlier most evenings.
I just want some warming sunshine and vitamin D again, because July was a bloody long time ago.