Winter here is awfully cold, dark, and silent. But that just makes spring so much more of a contrast. (Of course, my father would have said that's a bit like banging your head against the wall because it feels so good when you stop!)
The grass is starting to turn green, the trees are budding. And the birds! When I walked home the other day I was listening to a podcast, as I often do. When it ended and I took out my earphones I couldn't believe all the bird songs - crows, gulls, geese, sparrows, robins. Glorious!