He Knows No Winter - Advertisement - He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds From bright-paged catalogues for garden needs. When looking out upon frost-silvered fields, He visualizes autumn's golden yields; He sees in snow and sleet and icy rain Precious moisture for his early grain; He hears spring-heralds in the storm's turmoil He knows no winter, he who loves the soil. Reading these simple, imagery-laden lines, I felt an immediate connection to this sentiment. So often, friends and family members have commented to me, âOh, you must be so happy now that the weather is finally warm,â or ânow that âwinter is over,â or ânow that spring is here.â