It seemed to be drizzling all of the time. I'd call it miserable, but temperatures that got into the teens regularly made it seem like a real winter. And then there was spring. In Florida, there are always flowers in bloom. The best gardening is done in late fall and early spring, so the growing of vegetables takes place in the winter, hampered by the occasional frost, as well as in spring and fall.
Spring there is nothing special.
Here, heralded by the jonquils and finally the tulips, and red buds, spring bursts forth behind the dogwood blooms, a time of great beauty and stormy weather and quite often a winter storm. Gardeners, ever optimistic, put out their tomatoes during the first warm week, then put out more of them after a typical winter cold front wipes out the first batch. And everyone's grass looks good. Having never lived further north, I've no idea what spring and fall may be like in colder climes, but I'll bet they're even more spectacular. I'm quite content here, however, to have four distinct seasons.