This scene moved me to poetry:
I looked out the window, and what did I see?
Three different seasons, staring at me.
Fall gold and summer green leaves on the tree,
And snow on the bushes, incidentally.
Okay, I didn't try very hard that time, but I needed to say something about the snow on October 12 and this is what I came up with? This is better:
"Blessed always his blazing glory! All earth brims with his glory." Psalm 72:19