Here in the south west of the UK, the season's boundaries can sometimes seem blurred into weeks and months of mild damp greyness, but I know for sure that although 2012 was a wet year it wasn't always raining.
In spring there were fresh green leaves, blossom and seedlings, even if we did end up with a poor harvest.
In the summer there were some hot, lazy days with picnics, swimming and outdoor dominoes.
And just two and a half short months ago, the woods were afire with orange and yellow leaves.
Now there is snow on the ground, and a snowman and a snowdog in the garden. After a monochrome week, it seems that it was always like this, but I know that just like the blossom, the shade of the summer trees, and the vibrant autumnal colours, the snow too will soon pass.
"No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its turn." Hal Borland