Pointless wishing your life away, though, isn't it?
Spring is my time. Beautiful season, filled with my favourite flowers: primroses, lily of the valley, forsythia and bluebells. No wasps going sugar-bonkers yet and making a nuisance of themselves. When autumn rolls around I dread the onset of the long hours of darkness. And those days in November when a perpetual twilight hangs over, and it never seems to get properly light, do horrible things to my mood.
So I try to focus on things about the season I do like. The wonderful autumn colours, going to the deer park, getting out and about in nature as much as I can, and enjoying every hour of low sunshine available. Watching skeins of pink-footed geese fly in their v formations across the sky, star-gazing again after the lighter nights of summer, the real flames in my wood burner which lift my mood at a time when badly needed. It will never be my most uplifting time of year but I've tried to learn to make the best of it.
No two ways about it, though, it's been a struggle, and I'm always glad to see the back of dreadful November. January's a positive joy by comparison, with spring a less distant prospect. The eye-rolling might have happened because it's only July, and a wet and cool one at that!