The seasons are a cycle. A perfect circle. It doesn't matter which way you look at it. North to South, left to right... it's the same thing. I like it because you can twist the circle to fit how you think of it. Winter can start the cycle, and then it can end with fall. Or you could start with summer and end with spring. It sounds sad and pessimistic, but think about it. After winter comes spring. And you always know that the flowers will come back again. My name is Ferncloud. This is the story of my family and the flowers.