what do people do all day?

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. –Arthur Rubinstein


Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~Edith Sitwell

In the winter, we read all day and do school work and spend lots of time in the kitchen.


I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. ~Ruth Stout

In the spring, we clean the house, tidy up the wild outdoors, and savor the tender spinach and kale and watch the sweet peas bloom.


Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. ~John Lubbock

In the summer, we swim and ride horses.


Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! --Humbert Wolfe

In the autumn, we harvest and work and cook and clean and laugh and eat lots of zucchini.

Isn’t life in its simplicity so sweet? (I won’t mention in this post the other things we do that aren’t as…well..sweet.)

As winter has neared its end, and spring is mostly here, we are more and more outside weeding and mowing and enjoying the sunshine.  But, here is a near-winter’s-end photo depicting what we did all day.  Now it’s time to soak in the spring!

What We Did All Day This Winter

 Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. –Henry David Thoreau


  1. Beautiful quotes and paintings. I feel a bit mixed up here in the desert because it’s too hot to garden in the summer and even much of the spring- so I do yard work in the winter! I’d rather be reading though. ( : Love the photo of your little one.

  2. I ought to add that the first painting is called Masque of the Four Seasons by Walter Crane, and the other paintings are done by Cesare Saccaggi.

    When we lived in Houston, we didn’t venture outside in late July/August–too hot! And winter was not time for hot cocoa and bundling up, because it never really gets cold there. It’s interesting how we adjust to our surroundings, though. Late July/August was our down time, instead.


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