Once again, this ""poetess"" (Like Nothing at All, 1962, p. 385, J-109, and others) attempts to illuminate a child's world, peering eagerly, skipping gleefully, wandering wistfully-- all in verse--verse in which the rhymes are pushed, forced, and the meter is bumpy and ragged. A boy and his very plain dog seek out all the joys of the four seasons of the year. The artist has squeezed these pleasures and activities into illustrations which demand more space, and the use of many colors does not add any vitality.