In this lyrical picture book illustrated by a two-time Caldecott Medalist, share in a blind childs joyful experience of the changing seasons. nWhere I live, seasons change. I know because my fingers and toes, my ears, my mouth and nose, all tell me so. n nNeveah is blind, but that doesnt mean she cant enjoy each of the four wondrous seasons of the year. n nShe knows its winter when her boots go scruuunch in the snow and cold flakes land softly on her tongue. n nShe knows spring has come by the smell of hyacinths, the bzzzz of a bee in her ear. n nSummer is a trip to the beach, where she can hear the crash of ocean waves and the keowww of seagulls overhead. n nAnd when Neveahs rake goes scritch scratch over fallen leaves and the air turns brisk, she knows its autumn. Soon the cycle of seasons will begin anew. n nIn this poetic story with art by a two-time Caldecott Medalist, join Neveah as she uses her senses of touch, taste, hearing, and smell to vividly describe the changing seasons and the unique delights they each have to offer.n