At least with winter there is spring to look forward to, my second favourite season. But autumn - it just has that end of year, holidays-over, back-to-school feel. Always kind of depressing with the nights drawing in, rainy days, fog and all that.
But there must be some positives.
I suppose it's easier to get a good night's sleep with the sun setting soon after teatime (or before, once the clocks change, agh!). And there are no wasps and bees around (in theory, at least - I have seen the odd wasp). And there is the time for reading and, what is that other thing I do? Oh, yeah, writing. Been quite lax on that recently.
So it's a time to think and sleep and write and not get stung.
Not too bad, really?