I always imagine that it must be more difficult in the Southern Hemisphere to take a period of reflection at the start of the hottest season, to asses the previous year and make plans for the one to come. I welcome Winter, the darker days, the cold: driving me towards inward occupations such as reading and reflecting. For me heat and light lead to looking outwards, while cold and dark encourage inner examinations.
I am thankful that I live in a temperate climate with distinct seasons so that life changes gradually and greatly through the year - nothing too predictable, but also with enough familiarity both to anticipate and regret as the world turns. There are of course the festivals which mark seasons, Christmas being the loudest of these. Now that there are just the two of us we can relax and opt out as much as is politely feasible.