Wildflowers in the hedgerows and deep blue skies.
Lovely stuff, eh? Enough to make me envious, for sure. But, my passport's from someplace else, and we still have serious winters here -- erratically so, mind, but still serious, and that's why I moved to Ottawa in the late 1970s. The flip side is the glory of an Ontario summer, with unparalleled canoeing right at hand, for example, and cycling with lotsa hills but not much rain.
The wonderful thing is that, in the four months or so between early February and early June, the landscape is transformed -- and not just a cyclical change of colours and foliage, though there is that, but everything is changed, changed utterly (with a thank-you nod to Mr. Yeats.)
I have a couple of photos from a ski trail in Feb and the same with my Raven in June, which I'll dig out and post -- they're probably under a pile of snow just now...