Captain Spoon looked out
She saw the snow on the ground
and she turned away
Slowly falls the snow
gentle and light, soft and white
Winter of my life
Summer is coming
Sit in the shade of the trees
Siskin singing songs
What joy there may be
such peace of mind and of heart
Bluebell woods in spring
Walking in the sun
Clouds passing on gentle breeze
Mid-May in Scotland
Blue sky, fluffy cloud
Summer's gift standing so proud
A blue sow-thistle