When you live in the country you feel the changing of the seasons much more.

Nature gives to every time and season unique beauty; from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it’s just a succession of changes so soft and comfortable that we hardly notice the progress.— Charles Dickens

I prefer winter an fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. The loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it. The whole story doesn’t show.— Andrew Wyeth