The New Englanders tell us they love the changing of the seasons,
despite the brutal winter. We felt the Autumn rain turn to snow
and knew the inexorable passage of time.  We had the color of the
leaves, the towering clouds and the sure knowledge the the more
brutal the winter the more glorious the spring

Meier is a Veteran, Rotarian, Father, Gardner, Illustrator and Screenprinter.
He's one of these guys that cares about stuff.