Seasons 833 "Summer works in the present, and thinks not of the future; autumn is a rich conservative; winter has utterly lost its faith, and clings tremulously to the remembrance of what has been; but spring with its outgushing life…." Hawthorne: “Buds and Bird-Voices”
Seasons 005 "Time not the temperature, marks off the days." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
Seasons 82 "Gopher Prairie was digging in for the winter; through late November and all December it snowed daily; the thermometer was at zero and might drop to twenty below, or thirty; winter is not a season in the North Middlewest; it is an industry; storm sheds...erected at every door." Sinclair Lewis,
Seasons 199 "To the sterile winter air the [newly chopped] wood gave a scent of March sap." Sinclair Lewis,
Seasons 497 " It was one of those days in Central Park when there’s a distilled sense of perception, a spareness, every line firm and unredundant, and the leaves were beginning to turn, the dogwoods and the sumac, and nothing was wasted or went unseen." DeLillo, Underworld.