California seasons exist and are quite distinct.
There is the
summer season, and
the
winter season. They aren't what most people
think of
summer or
winter, they just happen to occur at the same time.
Spring and
fall
are just the blending of one into the other.
(Livermore)
There is the season of the golden hillsides. There is the season
of green grass.
(San Francisco)
There is the season of sun, there is the season of fog. And between
these two is the time when glorious sunsets over the mountains
with clouds rolling in from the ocean over the hills like a slow
motion waterfall.
(Santa Cruz)
There is the season of dry creeks, and the season of babbling brooks
when waterfalls once again fall over ancient rocks.
(Napa)
There is the season of harvest of grapes after months of slow
growth. There is the season of aging, as these grapes are placed
in great oak barrels and left until maturity.
(Tahoe)
There is the season of snow in the mountains and skiing down the
slopes, watching the crackling fire with some fondue and fruit wine.
There is the season of slot machines, blackjack tables, roulette,
and watered down drinks.