I won't mind losing the yardwork that comes along with the warm months, but depression hits me hardest in the winter. I love the changing of the leaves & the crisp smell in the air when autumn comes around. November, however, kicks my butt. In Michigan, November is the cloudiest month. Add that to the fact that the trees are grey & bare, & the even the ground takes on a greyish hue & I'm done. It's the beginning of a long haul.