People will tell you this part of the world only has two seasons. I don't think that's quite right. I'd say we have five. But they don't follow each other like seasons do in other places. You can't imagine a circle divided into four parts for Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter where the temperatures make things obvious. Ours overlap more.
We have about 8 months that you could call Warm and 4 months that you could call Cool. Toward the end of Cool we have a month or so of Mostly Dead. It doesn't always get as cold as Winter in many places, but plants that will go dormant do and sometimes we get a bit of snow. After that, overlapping the end of Cool and the beginning of Warm, is Spring. It doesn't last long, either, but you do get the chance to see new leaves and sprouts and shoots and wild flowers. It's shortness tends to confuse me because even though I plant my garden as early as I can, I'm always surprised that everything's still so small once the hot weather gets here. Which leads me to soon after Spring, right smack in the middle of Warm, when we get our most famous season: Too Hot. That's when I give up on the garden I planted in Spring and wait to plant more when the cooler weather arrives.