The creeping gloom of spring

Yes, I know it's wrong to be gloomy about the spring.  All the ickle dicky birds singing in the trees, the frogs and the bees and the daffydowndilly with a hey nonny nonny and all that.  

But I like winter.  I like the dark coming in, I used to love that feeling when you'd go the pictures on a damp Saturday afternoon in winter and come out into the dark of a Luton evening (much the best way to see Luton, is in the dark....).  I like fires and the feel of walking out and having the cold hit you in the face.  Spring?  Where's the fun compared to that?