Fall, it?s the leaves, it?s the mold, it?s the pollen. Spring it?s the grass and the trees. Dust is bad in winter.

The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.

Just fancy! One can hear and see the grass growing,' thought Levin, as he noticed wet slate-coloured aspen leaf move close to the point of a blade of grass.

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish," sighed Chester. "It's getting towards autumn now. And it's so pretty up in Connecticut. All the trees change color. The days get very clear―with a little smoke on the horizon from burning leaves. Pumpkins begin to come out.

When spring comes the grass grows by itself.

We generally have them twice a year in the fall and the spring.