In the winter, a fresh blanket of snow hides a multitude of sins in the same way a fresh coat of paint does in the summer.
Winter eliminates the practicality of some of our favorite items, but produces lovely scenes of them in their dormancy. In turn, the very same item is made by summer into something we use to enjoy looking at and pondering lovely scenes — not seeing the scene of it -- the item dormant as lovely, as we're left with in winter. That contrast is the paucity of winter versus the richness of summer — and why we long for spring, summer and fall, despite how admittedly beautiful winter can be. As says Ecclesiastes, "To every thing there is a reason, and a time to every purpose under Heaven. [3:1-8]