I have photos of a maple tree in my back yard taken in different seasons. A bare November tree, a January tree covered in snow, an April tree sporting new green leaves, and a September tree painted in browns, yellows, and oranges. It has taught me to change gracefully as I move through the seasons of my life. The stories collected here have been chosen from weekly newspaper columns written over a twelve year period and they show that each time of year provides a different set of memories. I hope you will find yourself shaking your hands vigorously to get the circulation back after building a snowman or having a snowball fight. Maybe you will feel the shock of the cold lake water as you dive off the dock on a hot summer day. Perhaps you will feel the strain in your back and the dirt under your fingernails after spending a spring day planting your vegetable garden. Maybe you will smell the smoke coming from the pile of burning leaves on a crisp October afternoon.