A Confluence Of Seasons

Here we are in the remaining days of Winter, with Spring knocking at our door. The temperatures are like Summer, although without the humidity. I have a Live Oak that
has finished dropping it's leaves, which punctuates Fall's presence. Another sign of
Spring brings the green cast of pollen that dusts every conceivable surface. Soon
to follow are the cattails that fall from said oak tree to leave it's blanket of brown.
Where else but here, do we witness this dance of the Season.