Which season is it?

The tree says Winter, the bracken says Autumn, the sky says Summer, the green fields say Spring.

The frost on the car this morning definitely said Winter - I love the first frost, it kills all the spiders, at least that's what I tell myself.

I hope nobody notices I Blipped another sunburst!

Talk of Four Seasons put me in mind of this.

PS if any of you are not familiar with Jackie's journal, in which she has documented her son's year long recovery from a brain bleed, then look at this - she has finally felt able to back Blip the day Rafi was taken ill. Read it to remind yourself of the people in life who are precious to you.