For me, it was almost like winter didn’t count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers.
—Jenny Han in The Summer I Turned Pretty
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
There are only two seasons — winter and Baseball.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.