I wrote this! 
During a coffee break
Hope you like it 

My four seasons

I once was a little boy that was born in buffalo. My dad joined me up for cub scouts because it was in the family. I learned about appreciating the four seasons from the ground up, and year round nature trails, trials, and tribulations. We shared testimonies and experiences and learned from one another. And even played taps on my bugle at sundown, and reveally  at sunrise. I know I sound like something out of the civil war, but honestly I was a down to earth kid and actually I'm just the same kid , but much older ....
Spring was beautiful in the country. It was nice to hear the frozen water once again flowing down that creek. Or our well water cold and crisp refreshing our cabin fever throats . And seeing the trees blossom before our eyes, was gods work in progress.
When summer came all the trees were filled with fruit, birds were singing in harmony. My mother would have breakfast / lunch / dinner on the weekends outside on my dads home made family table. My dad would point to the vegetable garden near by and send one of us to pick fresh veggies , quickly washed soon after to bring back to the table for us all to eat. And when the nite fell the crickets would not let us sleep as if to say try to find us if you can.
The fall season was wonderful, and mysterious. The un-picked fruit fell to the ground and fertilized the soil. The green leaves turned into beautiful shades of colors , they too fell and trees became bare. The birds that once song lovely songs, together had left behind a trail , soon followed were the winter birds that did not sing but pirched themselves on bare branches as seemingly being lookouts. The air was starting to chill and my dad was preparing for winter. He installed storm windows and made sure no rain or snow would enter our home. 
When winter came it was cold but beautiful at the same time. The snow flakes falling brought tough times ahead, yet layed helplessly on the ground , trees, homes, and cars. Looking through the snow flakes was such a lovely view . Almost like a pillow fight with feathers everywhere but only colder and frozen . When Christmas came we roughed long hikes to find our tree and cut it down , bring it home , and light it up . What a thing of beauty. It warmed our hearts and souls and we forgot the cold winter all around us. Just as Christmas came , it soon was over , and this we new was the new beginning of the four seasons starting over. 
My life growing up in the country was one I will never forget. Yet was born in the city. But honestly I'm blessed I had both. 
My parents and family were wonderful, and my friends made it an exciting childhood. 
I may be in California now but my heart is with the four seasons , it's just not as dramatic , but still I see the same. 

Thanks Ron

Thank you for the splendor of choice .

Very nice

During a coffee break? You have talent

You are way to kind thankyou, those days lived were so beautiful

Very nice