Walking with Seasons…..
Winter is when the bold branches bid farewell to rainbow leaves, and it’s a time to welcome the wool sweaters
Winter dies into the spring, waiting to be born again in the autumn.
Springtime is the land awakening. the winds are the morning yawn.
Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of its instruments, not the composer.
Severity will set in along with Summer, and Summer will set lip to the earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Autumn is a second spring where every foliage is a flower.
The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.
a walk, along the seasons, and you will find a picture where Winter is an etching with a Spring of watercolour and a Summer of an oil painting with the last touch where there is an Autumn mosaic of them all.
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