You have to look closely for their personalities, but they're there, no matter how subtle they may be. Summer is a blonde bombshell, perfectly tan and toned, with a flashing white smile. Autumn is a man, quiet and mild-mannered, with a hint of boldness peeking through now and then. Winter is an ice queen, beautiful but harsh and unpredictable. And then there's spring, the innocent younger sister of Summer, a young girl with a wonder for the world. Her cheeks are delicately blushed and her slim figure is draped in a flowy dress as she flits across grass strewn with the petals of fallen blossoms.
|(raw honey courtesy of our beekeeper friends)|
Plans for the summer are advancing (that are ridiculously exciting, I must say) and the anticipation mounts, but Spring will grow out of her girlhood all too soon. I shouldn't miss what's left of it.