The first days of spring are a gift to the spirit. When the daffodils explode, the garden is a constant and ever-changing source of joy!
The sounds and smells of summer intoxicate - in this glorious carefree time one's spirits are high, but - the work is endless.
We can revel in the amazing colors, the sound of rustling leaves, and the smell of wood smoke from the first fires of autumn. The senses are insulted.
The first snowfall of the season is as exciting as the first crocus that comes to light at the end of winter.
