Tessa

“If life, as the man said, was a song, theirs was more refrain than verse. And yet to have claimed that a warm spring morning walking over earth carpeted with apple blossoms was somehow the same, substantively, spiritually, as a cold winter noon spent pruning, or a harvest evening, heavy with the smell of juice and hay--this would have betrayed an ignorance not only of country life, but of the thousands seasons, of frog song, of thunderheads, of first thaws, that hid within the canonical four.”
― Daniel Mason, North Woods