There are two seasons in Scotland: June and Winter.

There are only two seasons - winter and Baseball.

I don't understand art-speak. My pictures are big doodles. I'm amazed what people come up with when they look at them. There's one of a figure with two heads that somebody thought must be a comment on the state of matrimony. None of it is a comment on anything.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade