I used to always hear the phrase, “April showers bring May flowers.” And, for the most part, it was accurate. You see, when I was a kid growing up in Michigan, we had four defined seasons. Winter, which was the only time it ever snowed, happened between December and mid-March. Then, spring rolled in, bringing warmer temperatures and lots of rain with it. June marked the beginning of summer, where we would often experience 90° to 100°F days — my favorite kind of weather. And, come September, the leaves were turning colors, and we were busting out our fall clothes.
Sure, we haven’t always have such clear lines of demarcation throughout the entire U.S. when it comes to seasons. There are outliers, like Alaska, Hawaii, Arizona, New Mexico, etc. But, the seasons are changing, and it’s not in a good way.