A brief catalog of sounds around the year, mostly bucolic and sometimes quite faint: ""The anemones are filled with spring rain; they shower the new grass as they open their petals."" Except for a few details, the drawings are weak; scale and perspective are off and buildings are out of place (a cluster of attached houses in farming country, a few blocks of highrises on the edge of a prairie). You've heard it all before, projected more vibrantly.