Season of mists...

Have I mentioned before how I hate this time of year?  I don't know what Keats was on when he wrote his famous ode, but I can't find anything to raise my spirits when it's dark to get up, as often as not it's wet and windy, the garden looks a mess, it's dark again come tea-time, and winter's round the corner.  Ugh!!  Mind you, to be fair, Keats' poem is more about harvest-time so probably relates to late September / early October rather than mid-November.  Still, I'm depressed - roll on Spring!