WHEN the days barely start before they're over again, And red berries blaze against green shrubs... THEN it's time to get ready for Christmas! From icicles clinging to roofs and houses strung with col
A joyful, sun-drenched tribute to the anticipation and adventures of the warmest season of the year.When the days stretch out like a slow yawn, and the cheerful faces of Johnny-jump-ups jump up…then i
At the seashore . . . High tide rushes in to fill a sandy basin with water. At first glance, it may seem like an ordinary puddle. But look again. Do you spy the ochre sea star or the tentacles of th
When nighttime creeps closer to suppertime, And red and gold seep into green leaves...Then it’s time to decide what to be.As soon as geese fly south, children take autumn's cue to start their preparat
When nighttime creeps closer to suppertime, And red and gold seep into green leaves...Then it’s time to decide what to be.As soon as geese fly south, children take autumn's cue to start their preparat
A joyful, sun-drenched tribute to the anticipation and adventures of the warmest season of the year.When the days stretch out like a slow yawn, and the cheerful faces of Johnny-jump-ups jump up . . . then it’s time to get ready for summer! From flip-flops and hide-and-seek to fireworks and ice-cream trucks, from lemonade stands and late bedtimes to swimming in the lake and toasting marshmallows, there’s something for everyone in this bright and buoyant celebration of the sunny season. Tom Brenner’s lovely, lyrical ode to summers spent outdoors will strike a chord with anyone who’s ever counted down the days until school gets out, and Jaime Kim’s jubilant, nostalgia-soaked illustrations leave little doubt that summer is indeed a time unlike any other.商品除瑕疵品外，恕不接受退換貨因拍攝略有色差，圖片僅供參考，顏色請以實際收到商品為準
A lyrical invitation to watch for signs of the approaching season?—?and revel in the homespun rituals that warm a family celebration.From icicles clinging to roofs and houses strung with colorful ligh
Deep in the forest . . . A bear sharpens her claws on a tree trunk. The scratched bark chips; a tiny hole forms. Timber beetles tunnel inside. The hole grows bigger and bigger. In lyrical prose, B
