The earth is designed with four seasons – at least in the higher latitudes – one of birth, one of florescence, one of harvest, one of contemplation. Despite war, and acts of ruthlessness, nature preserves her subtle intent.
Poet Sparrow – in the Sun December 2001
It is the season of birth here in Maine, finally, it is here. The maple trees have pretty much stopped producing sap, the snowdrops are coming up, the apple buds are swelling. Spring has arrived!
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