By way of GOOGLE, here's something Kurt Vonnegut said about the seasons:

"One ...... thing you might do is to realize that there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet, and this may explain why we are so depressed so much of the time. I mean, spring doesn't feel like spring a lot of the time, and November is all wrong for autumn, and so on.

"Here is the truth about the seasons: Spring is May and June. What could be springier than May and June? Summer is July and August. Really hot, right? Autumn is September and October. See the pumpkins? Smell those burning leaves? Next comes the season called Locking. November and December aren't winter. They're Locking. Next comes winter, January and February. Boy! Are they ever cold! What comes next? Not spring. 'Unlocking' comes next. What else could cruel March and only slightly less cruel April be? March and April are not spring. They're Unlocking..."

Ever since I read this I've tended to go by this six season model for our wobbly trip around the sun each year, although somebody needs to come up with better names for our two new seasons than the ones Vonnegut gave them. I also doubt that the heretofore mislabelled seasons had much to do with people's depression. I think ol' Uncle Kurt was just depressed, and had that depressive's tendancy to project, and to try to make universal what was mainly in his own brain, the way some otherwise smart people do. He was obviously depressed because he was secretly transgender.

Hope your hand gets better quick Erin!
Rampant hugs, Ronni