Windstone Farm Community
Spring
“Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"
..."It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...”
.FH Burnett, The Secret Garden
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Summer
“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
Autumn
"...I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air."
Nathaniel Hawthorn
Winter
“But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful 'up back' - almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour - the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the Blue Castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings - torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. Great silences, austere and searching. Jewelled, barbaric hills. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white Mistawis. Ice-grey twilights, broken by snow-squalls, when their cosy living-room, with its goblins of firelight and inscrutable cats, seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revelation and wonder.”
L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle
All photos © Kirstin Jeffrey Johnson 2025