I moved to California six years ago. We drove from Maine. Prior to Maine, I lived in Michigan most of my life. Clearly, I knew the four seasons.
On the last day of our drive, we began in Bakersfield. It was October 31. When I checked, I saw that the temperature in Alameda was 56. To me, that was the entry into spring. I wore a blouse. And I was comfortable.
The next year, I found myself feeling a bit cold when the temps were 56. As each year has passed, I get colder and colder. Each year, to the regret of my budget, I turn on the heat in the “winter.” Don’t worry, I only put it on for a couple of hours. Instead, I layer more. And I wear socks. And this year, I often have a jacket on when I leave the house.
If we choose, we can adapt to almost everything.