few thoughts about the seasons of life. there was a man who had 4 sons. he wanted them to learn to not judge things too quickly, so he sent them on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away the first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.
when they had all gone and come back, he called them in together to describe what they had seen. the first son said the tree was bent and twisted. the second son said no - it was covered with 