"And the seasons roll through literature, too, budding, blossoming, fruiting and dying back. Think of it: the lazy summer days and golden harvests, the misty autumn walks and frozen fields in winter, and all the hopeful romance of spring. Sometimes, as with Chaucer's 'Aprill shoures', the seasons are a way to set the scene; sometimes they are the subject-matter itself - but there's magic in the way a three hundred-year-old account of birdsong, say, can collapse time utterly, granting us a moment of real communion with the past."
Melissa Harrison, Spring: An Anthology for the Changing Seasons.
I really must buy the four seasons!
Posted by: kathleen | 22 February 2018 at 05:51 PM
I was just thinking I must get the other three!
Posted by: Cornflower | 22 February 2018 at 06:36 PM
I have this and think it is delightful. I've been trying to read and entry a day during winter, finishing on the Vernal Equinox. Then I want to read spring the same way, finishing on the longest day perhaps.
Posted by: Christine Harding | 22 February 2018 at 08:26 PM
What a good idea, Christine.
Posted by: Cornflower | 22 February 2018 at 08:45 PM