Life in Calgary: by April you're begging for the warm weather to return. +10 (C) feels like 30 and everyone runs around in T-shirts.
By June you're praying for the monsoons to stop (God willing and the creek don't rise!).
By the end of July you're dodging the hail and lightning, driving from overpass to overpass so that your recently repaired car doesn't get dinged again.
In August you're getting tired of the +35 dog days and fondly remember the cool, delicious winter days.
In September it gets dark at 7:30, the leaves fall and you dig out the winter clothing...Just in case.
All kidding aside, I can't conceive of living somewhere where there are no seasonal changes. Beside, what in the world would you talk about with perfect strangers in the Starbuck line-up or in the elevators at work