Spring feels like the trickster to me, I know, I know. But hear me out.
Winter, does what winter should do. It's cold, wet, grey, with sprinklings of blue skies and frost. Does exactly what it says on the tin.
Summer, long days, mostly decent weather. Has its moments as expected, this is the UK after all. But overall summer comes along, surprises us with its heat here and there then fucks off.
Autumn, leaves look pretty. Starts off fairly pleasant but quickly moves into the expected cold, wet weather that brings on the urge to snuggle on sofas and drink cuppa.
But Spring, well Spring is a tricky beast. Will it be warm today or now? Yesterday was 4C in the morning during school drop off. Big coats were out and we were shivering. By school pick up it was 18 degrees and the kids were sweating. I mean WTF is that!! Pick a weather and stick by it for at least 24 hours you bloody useless season!! Lighter evenings, maybe. Unless we chose to rain endlessly and then its miserable and dark. Those cute flowers we enjoy, now trampled under a sheet of freezing rain. Spring is like winter the second, followed by the summer prequel, then winter the return before finally allowing us a glimpse of what summer could be.
Except 2020, Spring really took the piss out of us all then. "Oh, you've all just been told to stay the fuck at home. Cool, cool......bring on the unusually long heatwave! Enjoy that muthafuckers on your one daily walk! Mwah ha ha ha 😈"