Other times, like this year, I battle to appreciate the colours of autumn as trees change their coats and the hillsides turn sepia.
Himself on the other hand loves autumn and revels in the bite on the cooling air and the sting of a sharp breeze. He positively delights in walking wrapped up through the decaying season.
I turn inward. He, on the other hand glows with enjoyment, his cheeks tinged pink and his hands icy cold as he escapes the warmth of the house or car for the hills.
I shall have to try harder this year and walk a lot more - it helps.
What do you do when you hit that seasonal slump?
How do you cope with that feeling of loss as summer fades?
What are your tricks with coping?
Or are you one of the lucky ones who slip happily into autumn then winter without a hitch?