I have always lived in climates with harsh winters. Winter does not have much to say for itself, not much good anyway, except if you count that it is a good time for making soups and stews.
Spring is such a blessed relief--first longer days, and then the snow melts, and finally things begin to grow again.
Around here, spring really gives you a good picture of redemption, of life after death, of the promise of hope after despair. I wonder if people who live in tropical climates experience anything similar?
Even so, I do love a nice palm tree.