I do love the winter, because I am no longer a slave to my garden. But spring, as lovely as the woods and pastures are, presents so much work to me that I don't enjoy gardening nearly as much as I do in the fall (right now in the northeast US), when I can rip stuff out of the ground, toss it into the compost heaps, and know that my slavery will end in about a month.

That said, I am so jealous of your garden!