I'm looking forward to some steamy hot days this summer, and I don't intend to complain (much) about either the heat or the humidity. I actually look forward to both. I'd much rather have 95 degrees and humid than snowy and gray. I do like spring and fall, but in a summer v. winter match up, heat beats sleet, mittens down.
Over on my writing group's blog, we're setting summer writing goals. Haven't set mine yet, but I'm contemplating it. Maybe a popsicle will inspire me.