"Mom, when do you think I'm most ripe?" Child #1 asked me last weekend.
"I guess that depends on what you mean by ripe."
We determined her best season is summer, when she can swim to her heart's content. And then, working backwards we decided she's almost ripe in the fall, in flower in the winter but spring is Child # 1's winter. In spring, she turns into a cold, frozen, leafless branch waiting for school to get out and the sun--the precious Oregon summer sun!
Then, because it was fun, we spent half an hour figuring out when everyone else is in season.