Library, Castle Shannon.
A Cantankerous Older Woman complains to the patient librarian who has already checked her out:

Cantankerous Older Woman: When I was young, you could count on the seasons. It went Spring! Summer! Fall! Winter!
[sharp hand gestures accompany each season]
Just like that, every year, no question.
Not anymore.
And we never had any of the confusion like there is now: a cold day in May, a warm day in January. That just didn’t happen.
You just don’t know what to expect. Someone should do something about that.

— Overheard by Jami