"Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air; drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.Be blown on by all the winds. Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams, and oceans, at all seasons." H. D Thoreau
This guy knew there is no place with perfect weather all the time. So, I walk in the woods, in rain, sleet, and snow. I drink from the spring that is now flowing, after 3 years being dry from the draught. The pine needles are crisp, but I haven't tasted anything else this winter. Its cold out there!