I grew up in places without real seasons - the Peruvian rainforest and the Sonoran Desert. (Both places supposedly have "wet" and "dry" seasons, but really the rainforest was just "wet" and "less wet, but still pretty wet," and the desert was "dry" and "deluge for a few weeks," so I don't think that counts.) Here in the Pacific Northwest, we may not get the kind of severe weather that some places do, but we definitely have the four basic seasons, which I always find delightful. It's full-on summer here in Cowichan Bay and my fella and I recently got up really early and biked to a nearby meadow to watch the sun come up and see if we could catch a glimpse of some critters.
We did see deer, but they were too far away to photograph. Mostly we just enjoyed the sunrise with a thermos of green tea.