Southern Britain has two seasons:
1) Spiders, more leaves
2) No spiders, fewer leaves
I prefer #1.
Why would anyone prefer spiders?! Ever?!
I guess I prefer spring because it's not hot as balls yet. However, the seasons don't mean what they used to to me. Spring used to mean school was almost out, summer was freedom, fall was Halloween and taking it easy at work, and winter was a slight bout of freedom with the addition of new material crap (Xmas).
Now that I haven't been in school in several years and family stuff is infrequent or not as fun, the seasons really just pass by with little consequence other than temperature. I hate cold, but some nostalgia used to redeem fall. But now the nostalgia seems to be wearing off, so I just prefer warmth. The only positive to the cold is the lack of insects.