Seasonal Colors or lack thereof

I'm sure this will be a constant theme/complaint/topic of discussion - but one of the things Southern California is most lacking is the seasons. I just left my cave of an office to walk around in the bright sunlight and thought how strange it was. There were "autumn" leaves glistening in the sun, that dry brown where all of the moisture has been sucked out. Juxtapose that with a glistening green lawn and the eucalyptus trees that always suggest summer. I think that is the biggest problem with the lack of seasons here. The landscape stays perpetually green and brown. There's no brilliant golds, oranges, reds, purples of autumn in New England. No blanket of white snow, dipped in the blue night, and punctuated by amber streetlights. No tiny hints of pink and white to lift your spirits as flowers shyly bloom. Each of these worlds feed into each other, and even winter, which can be brown and spare and dirty and gritty, makes the colors of spring that much more worth it. When you live in a space of perpetual spring it loses its magic.