I've lived in Canada for most of my adult life. I grew up with four, very distinct seasons, and expected the same when I moved here. I remember spring, summer, fall and winter.
What I have learned is this: October to May, expect snow and extreme cold.
June and July, expect rain, and extreme storms, i.e., tornados, hail, high wind. There are, of course, just enough stunningly perfect days thrown in to maintain hope.
August and September, bliss. It can rain, may freeze, but those perfect days with clear skies, moderate temperatures, and few Mosquitos are what I call sucker days.
My first glimpse of what was to become my home, was at the end of July. Beautiful. Full of hope.
I liken living here to child birth. If I really remembered what giving birth was like, I'd have had only one child. I have three.
So, I am in the midst of the perfect 30-60 days, and I'm loving it. Sometimes, this 'season' lasts much longer, and we don't see real winter until after Christmas. I have photos of my family, sitting outside on Christmas Day in shirtsleeves.
So, I am thankful that I have a short, selective memory and recall that there are lots of "sucker days", I seem to recall far more than there really were.
... and the mild Christmases ... I'm sure there were more than just the one .......