"What season am I?" she wondered. "Am I Spring's youthful flirting, Or Summer's free spirit? Am I Fall's dreamy melancholy, Or...

"Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and...

Always remember that, even in the depth of winter, spring is never too far away. #aphotoaday #flowers #colors #nature #stilllife...

Season after season, year after year, it filled up, emptied then filled up again... in an endless cycle. Pine cones, walnuts,...