Seriously, what’s with this northern European cultural imperialism? The dominant culture where I grew up (east Arnhem Land, Australia) had six seasons, and the locals of European descent had three (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indigenous_Australian_seasons).
After moving as an adult to places where it got < 15 Celsius at any time of year I figured there were really only two seasons: summer, which began on the first day where it was hot enough that you sought shade while waiting at a bus stop; and winter, which started on the first day you sought the sun while waiting at a bus stop.
