"Winter as we understand it east of the Rockies does not exist. I scarcely know how to divide the seasons. There are at most but three. Spring may be said to begin with December and end in April; summer with May (whose days however are often cooler than those of January) and end with September; while October and November are a mild autumn when nature takes a partial rest and the leaves of the deciduous trees are gone. But how shall we classify a climate in which the strawberry (none yet in my experience equal to the Eastern berry) may be eaten in ever y month of the year and ripe figs may be picked from July to March? What shall I say of a frost (an affair of only an hour just before sunrise) which is hardly anywhere severe enough to disturb the delicate heliotrope and even in the deepest valleys where it may chill the orange will respect the bloom of that fruit on contiguous ground fifty or a hundred feet higher?"