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The Seasons Householder, housekeeper - before I'd finished spring- cleaning the house autumn set in. Before I'd finished autumn's garden-clearing spring set in. The garage, stuffed with oddments and boxes of books - some read, most unread, but which? - never got a look in. Here come the weeds, here come the dust clutter and mess, the things I can't bear to throw out, the things just brought in that shouldn't have been. I've forgotten so much - what I remember must be significant - or is it the other way round? Winters and summers, intense at the time, soon blur into one. Roll on, you seasons, which one of you will see my clearance? The great housekeeper in the sky dawdles also, but soon must sweep this way.