The bugs and birds are fine for spring;
I love trees in the fall.
But nature-study when it’s hot
Perhaps is best of all.
My interest in the Great Outdoors
In winter rather flops:
It moves with my thermometer
And, when it’s colder, drops,
Until, no matter how I’ve fought,
At zero it amounts to naught.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 21, 1951
