I like spring's warm slushy days until it ultimately closes my local hills. Then I hate it with a firey passion as I have to watch it slowly kill winter. Summer recieves more of an unfocused patient hate, though I particularly dislike it when it's hot or I'm forced to go to beaches. Because I'm in the prairies there's not much to do, if I could go lake fishing in the Whiteshell more often I'd hate it less. Fall I like, You can feel a chill in the air, but by then I have such a short patience for winter to arrive I just wanna get it out of the way.