People in the North say people in the South have no seasons. I’ve lived in Wisconsin and Kentucky and Georgia (among many others, but that gives a cross section) and I will say this.
Wisconsin has WINTER-(spring)-((summer))-Fall-WINTER. People say to me, “No more snow this year.” but they mean, please-no-more-snow-this-end-of-July. They mean, let this be enough for the 2012-2013 crossover. The mean, no more until October.
Kentucky/Ohio/Indiana may have the most even distribution of time per season. Along the Ohio River, the first day of spring often actually coincides with early flowers. Funny thought, both in the North and the South.
Because in Georgia….you can’t find the season line. Georgia goes Nice-Hot-Nice-Rain.
Back to Wisconsin. There is still some snow in piles lying about. It’s raining in the capitol today, but other places are renewing their acquaintence with shovels. Again. So Spring, when she deigns to come, is a precious and beloved gift. In the sheltered crook of a house’s arm, there are about 6 crocuses state wide. But the beauty of their bravery springs tears to the eye. Soon it will be on to daffodils and tulips and thence to irises, sunflowers, goldenrod and mums. But for today, let me tell you, the sight of a crocus considering full bloom is enough/