When a season starts it may be a mark upon a calendar, it is the angle of the sun or stars. Each season has its own measure longer one year shorter the next each one as different as the mark of time makes on our life. I love the season be it the freezing cold weather of winter, emerging life of spring, sultry heat and warmth of summer or the harvest of fall. Each season hold a treasure as I look forward to a new time I can reflect at the ones that have passed.
How To Carve A Daffodil
2008 Tamera Seevers Studio