Spring on the horizon, and all days of winter not yet fulfilled! Winter proclaims, "This is my time! Shall not all my days come to pass!!! After all, are there not four seasons? All the while spring with great expectation awaits her triumphant entry. The excitement at which spring anticipates her moment, expressed in the early budding, hints green invade the skyline, blossoms of color dot the landscape, her fragrance like none other, arises! She can barely stand it!
Vorwort
For everything there is a season. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men.
Autorentext
Silas Toney is a single father. He lives in Hope Mills, NC. He has two adult children. Reading books as a boy, he often wondered about what kind of people authors were. How did they come up with so many words? And now here he is still wondering about the words. The transition from one season to the next has long fascinated him. What if the Four Seasons longed for their arrival just as much as we do. What if they can't wait to appear and are sadden by their departure?