" Summer did come at last and, when it did, it was one of those summers of poems and stories and country pictures, a once-upon-a-time...

" If spring is all about looking forward, and autumn about dying back, summer surely is the present moment: a long, hot now that marks...

" It was a brilliant spring day; the day was radiant. Even the air seemed to have a burr in it, as it touched the treetops; it vibrated,...

" She takes a deep breath of the autumn air, crisp & peppery, fuevulous & sweet, she feels it crackle down to the bottom of her lungs....

" Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul." {Virginia Woolf} If you've been around here for very long, you'll...

what glorious days these were. dappled light. crisp mornings. trees laden with the lustre of ripening fruit. air lingering with whispers...

" It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning. A painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless,...

" ...moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind blows cold through the broken battlements and...

" ...everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leave thrusting - everything happy, and progressive and occupied." {The Wind in the...

" Like a tree, creative work has seasons. Part of the work is to know which season you're in & act accordingly. In winter, the tree looks...

" Spring returned. Birds followed ploughs. Stones were warmed by the sun. Rains and winds grew softer, and were fragranced with the...

these February days... a soft wind stirs through the trees... shimmering, shifting wintry light the crisp, effervescent air caressing my...

" ...that fleeting pause when time bends and magic hovers between the main celebrations of the seasons... spontaneity and softness become...

:: the quiet revolutions of winter :: winters arrival the still point of this every-so-quickly turning world a quiet beckoning this...

" Now winter lights its cheerful fire, While jests with frolic mirth resound, And draws the wandering beauty nigher, 'Tis now too cold to...

Goodnight November ​ " The snapping pitch from a burning log, ​ The faint scent of pine filling the room. ​ Flames leaping about as if it...

" Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of the moonrise." ​ {Gladys Tabor} ​ ​...

" Happiness is in it... and in this quiet of ordinary things. A table, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And a petal...

" Fair is the world, now autumn's wearing, And the sluggard sun lies long abed; Sweet are the days, now winter's nearing... ​ Come then,...

" Soon the fire is raging, smoke pooling in corners of the inky room, the crackle of flames a primal sound that calms... connecting her...