Seasons

Spring on the horizon, and all days of winter not yet fulfilled! Winter proclaims, "This is my time! Shall not all my days come to pass!!! After all, are there not four seasons? All the while spring with great expectation awaits her triumphant entry. The excitement at which spring anticipates her moment, expressed in the early budding, hints green invade the skyline, blossoms of color dot the landscape, her fragrance like none other, arises! She can barely stand it!