We live in Iowa. If you live outside the US you may not know where that is, so I'll tell you. It's juut about in the center of the country. Our average killing frost date is October 10. And our average last frost in the spring occurs around May 10. That's on the average. Some years the autumn frost comes early. And some years spring crops may receive a late frost. It varies.
But my consternation is this. Why, at the first autumn frost, do we groan at the thought of a long, long winter ahead of us? And why, six months later, when summer is barely beginning, we grumble that summer is flying by and "almost over" before it has really begun. Why do we imagine winter will "never end" and that summer "passes so quickly".