The Rolling Hills of England

Seasons are a funny thing,  Well, especially as I am Englishman. When winter comes I wish it gone. Summer arrives and I'd rather it not have.  Those times between seasons, Those strange twilight shades. Invoke some of the strangest feelings.  I long for both winter and summer times gone.  I think it's safe to say, as I look out over the rolling hills of England, That the seasons never change.