There is a season for everything under the sun—even when we can’t see the sun.

Not everyone takes action to harvest the experiences of the seasons of life in order to enjoy their bounty.

Winter passed, suns and moons, and in the heat of summer each tree leaned across the stream and enmeshed its young foliage with the crown of its brother. More summers, more winters, more suns and moons, and the two had grown together, their great trunks fused, the stream parting now to flow round them.

Though his health and family had been broken in the process, he'd found his purpose in life — to share the ancient key discovered anew in the garden: if we feed the earth, it will feed us.I see that is the secret, too, to living. Though the earth demands its sacrifices, spring will always return.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.

The dreamy days and sticky nights of summer were already calling, as if anything could happen.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

Not forever does the bulbul singIn balmy shades of bowers,Not forever lasts the springNor ever blossom the flowers.Not forever reigneth joy,Sets the sun on days of bliss,Friendships not forever last,They know not life, who know not this.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.